You may dispense with my usual supper dish

I’ll just eat my way to the bottom, thanks.


Nom-a-licious, Sarah S.

I Will See Your Slo-Mo Kitteh…

… and raise you a slo-mo chipmunk! In gloriously optional HD!

Welcome to the Neighborhood

I’m Sadie, and this is Edith, and that’s Marcella. They’re kind of stand-offish around new people, though. Heck, I’ve known ‘em for years and most days they don’t give me the time of day. Like talking to a couple of statues sometimes.

I guess you could say they’re still friends, Meagan E.

The Three Hamigos!

It is I, Porthos, crusader against evildoers!

And I, Pathos, defender of the innocent!

And I, Bac-Os, garnisher of salads! THAT’S NOT FUNNY!

Photo by Meneer Zjeroen.

They’ll Be Here All Week

“… but seriously, folks, you’ve been a great audience, so we’d like to close with a song. Actually, I’m kind of thirsty, so… Mr. Pickles? Why don’t you sing for the nice people while I enjoy a glass of water?”

Without moving his lips, Barry S. says: “Here are Bluebell (who just turned 9 this month) and Teeny Bun (not sure how old he is). They’re best buds.”

Whoa, Are You All Right?

I’ll assume you didn’t intend to slingshot off those pine trees into the cliff face.

By the way, we found your other ski pole in the bushes, next to one of your arms.

Matt C. says: “These of pics of my friends’ King Charles Spaniels, they live in Gais, Switzerland.”

I’m Never Going to Finish All This

I’d better ask the waiter for a doggie cheek.

I suppose we can dispense with the dessert cart, Jessica W.

What a Ripoff!

This place hasn’t been the same since they hired that new barista. They used to put lots of marshmallows in my hot cocoa, and now look!

One lousy marshmallow, and it’s all the way at the bottom, grumble grumble

We’ll buy him a whole bag, Stosh L.

Groom for Improvement

… and do you, Ken, take Genevieve to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or more richer, to honor and obey, to squeegee the shower door without having to be reminded, to sit through weepy costume dramas even during the playoffs, to wait quietly at the shoe store without squirming, to act unimpressed when a Victoria’s Secret commercial comes on, for as long as you both shall live?

Then, by the authority vested in me, I pronounce you…

… ah, as a general rule, we would prefer you wait until after the ceremony…

I give it six months, Kristen L.

It’s Rewrite Time, Pal

Listen, Mother Goose, or whatever the heck your name is, I don’t feel like bein’ baked in no pie, see. So just whip out that red pencil and make it “four and nineteen blackbirds,” if you know what’s good for you.

Eh, what’s one more or less, Krystal?

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