(sniff, sniff) Do I detect the gentle aroma of leek and cabbage, in a delicate, savory broth? And could that be, dare I hope, chicken? (sigh) And all I get is cat food.
Via Hajime Nakano.
Welcome to Graceland Stables
May 24, 2013 By 8 Comments
Where even the horses cultivate an authentic Elvis sneer.
Via aaronmcintyre.
Invasion of the Brain Eaters!
May 24, 2013 By 7 Comments
It was on a tranquil Sunday morning when Myron Saspoot of Squid Nuts, Oregon noticed strange behavior in his dog Pembroke. Overnight, Pembroke developed a sudden interest in differential calculus and a craving for banana pancakes. Saspoot wondered if the strange object attached to Pembroke’s head might provide the key to solving the mystery…
Via intrepid00.
I’m Sorry, Baby (smooch!)
May 22, 2013 By 11 Comments
I didn’t mean to make fun of your tattoo. It’s very hip and edgy, really.
Via Bagsgroove.
Tales of the Duck Patrol
May 22, 2013 By 30 Comments
We were twenty klicks behind the lines, scouting an enemy bread depot. The air was thick with the stench of silence; every crackling blade of grass felt like an explosion in our own private hell. “Sarge, think we’ll get a medal for this?” asked Beakman. “Right now, kid,” I replied, “I’d settle for some pumpernickel.”
Via FuLynHu.
As the great oaken door closed behind us, we stood before the Council of Catbeards
May 21, 2013 By 53 Comments
The first to speak was Nyquil of Eärewygge, the council elder. “They are but children,” sneered he, stroking his flowing white beard. “Are we to entrust our most sacred quest to the like of these quibullous squatlings?”
“Poppyrot and balderstuff!” roared Hieronymous Thalidomide. “Small they may be, but large in spirit, ’tis plain to see. Their valor shall make proud this council.”
“Besides,” added Gleevec Beaverbalm, “they’re just going to the delicatessen.”
So Many Choices, So Little Time
May 20, 2013 By 9 Comments
Lately all I can do is sit here and plan my next move. Do I backpack across Europe? Should I start that novel? Maybe finish my MFA in Interpretive Dance? People told me I could do anything, they just didn’t tell me what.
(sigh)
But I need to distinguish myself somehow. I just seem to blend in here.
Photo by Jessica Carpani for Frontier.
And It’s Called a “Pineapple,” You Say?
May 20, 2013 By 12 Comments
Looks kind of unwieldy, don’t it? I mean, it’s too large to fit in a pocket, but even if it did, you’ve got all these pointy things to deal with. Good luck with it, don’t get me wrong here, but I don’t think it’ll catch on with the youth market.
Via zeevveez.
Don’t Eat the Brown Kelp, Man
May 20, 2013 By 19 Comments
This stuff’s got me tripping out, baby. The whole room is, like, spinning…
Good Morning, Class…
May 20, 2013 By 16 Comments
“All right, class, just a few notes before I turn things over to your professor. Due to last week’s food fight, fish sticks will no longer be served in the cafeteria. Also, this week’s pep rally has been rescheduled to Thursday. Finally, please join me in giving a big Antarctica U welcome to our new exchange student…”
Via Daveybot.
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