But, nobody better pick things like dendropsophus ebraccatus.
Treefrog, vegetable or mineral, Brian Gratwicke ?
Play It Again
December 5, 2011 By
Humphrey, Humphrey dahling. No, no no. Eet’s all wrong. THIS is how you do eet.
Don’t smolder and pout. Side-eye and snarl.
Here’s looking at you, Boo Radley and Justine S.
Juuust One More
December 5, 2011 By
Come home, Clarence. Put the nut down, and back away slowly. We’ve exceeded our target goal already. You need to know when to stop and think about something else.
Oh he can quit anytime, Stephanie F.
A Wee Itty Bitty Pony Ditty
December 4, 2011 By
The bonny pony from near Glasgoo
Aye, she kinna take much moo.
If she dinna pluck her auld eye broos
She’d look aboot like a highland coo.
Cheerioo, suvodeb
Meg Says We Have to Share the Buns
December 3, 2011 By
Ohhh Kaaay. One bun for you all, but sheesh.
And two for me! (quickly licks them both so I don’t have to share.) …What?
Stop Borrowing my Outfits!
December 3, 2011 By
Or else!
You’re just a cheep imitation.
There’s no birdy else like me.
Imitation is the sincerest form of fluttery. Rainbow Lorikeets image taken at Port Stephens, Australia by Ring K., submitted by Tran H.
Ohmmmmmmmmm…
December 2, 2011 By
The blob is back and blorpier than ever, oozing a highly tuned metaphysical oneness with pudding; a blorpy skill possessed only by a special few.
Brittany S.’s cat Ender says, “Skeletal schmeletal.”
The Six Million Dollar Anh!
December 1, 2011 By
Sugar glider Rosie, astronaut. Seriously tangled up in a test flight. A sugar glider barely presentable. Ladies and Gentlemen, we can rebuild her. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic sugar glider! Rosie will be that sugar glider! Better than she was before!
And CUTER! Um no, there isn’t any way to make her cuter.
Sugar glider Rosie deserves some bionic sugar cubes, Ashley A.
Wanna connect the dots on your spots?
December 1, 2011 By
We should get out more.
You wanna go out?
We could go out.
Where?
I dunno.
Any ol’ where.
If you want.
Or we could stay in.
We could stay in.
You wanna stay in?
Maybe we’ll stay in.
Let’s stay in.
Siiigh, that red collar’s almost too much excitement, Erin.
Memories, Light the Corns of My Mind
November 30, 2011 By
On sunny days, General Gustavus Fuzzbee takes his ritual afternoon stroll and lingers over memories of many fine kernels he met during his years of valiant service in the Royal Pouchstuffers.
Jess G.’s hamster, Smoothie, outside for a walk for the first time.
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