Dramatic Audition

We have a new candidate for the Redonk Dramatic Society, in this shocked hamster. Enjoy it here in its pure form, before the inevitable music is added:

Sender-inner Gail throws down the gauntlet: “If anyone can see this and NOT watch it 10 more times, I’d like to know. Eventually I ran out of ideas on what this guy was saying: ‘For me?’ ‘You’re kidding!’ ‘You said what?’ ‘Really?’ ‘No way!'” Surely you, dear reader, can think of more.

If Only We Could Think of a Catchy Phrase to Describe This Sort of Thing

For a limited time, visit your local McDonalds for a Happy Meal with a very special surprise inside. We’d tell you what it is, but we don’t want to… erm… prematurely divulge the secret and risk blunting the startling effect at the moment of revelation.

J confesses: “It’s not my video, but omg I wish it was because I’m dying to have a cat like this. I hope he’s like another Maru!!”

You Look, Um, Distinctive (snicker)

No, I mean it — the pink scarf with those red-and-green striped leggings is so, ah, dramatic. And the way it showcases that “Kiss Me From Head to Mistletoe” t-shirt is so… so… well, it certainly makes a bold statement.

It’s Yoshimi, from Jessica A.

Trippin’ Jingle Balls, Man

Well, this explains a few things: According to noted pharmacological journal The Sun, reindeer and other animals eat “magic mushrooms” in order to “experience altered states of consciousness.” Like, say, pulling a sleigh through the sky.

Photo: Rocket the Reindeer by Ellie.

Stop Tickling Yourself!

StopTicklingYourselfStopTicklingYourselfStopTicklingYourselfStopTicklingYourself!

It’s “Tickle Me” Minou, from Sara M.

Meanwhile, at Sears Portrait Studio…

I hate you. I just want you to know that. It’s not enough that I can feel the eyes of an army of garden gnomes upon me as I take my morning constitutional;

Or that our home is a museum for every “Princess Diana: The Legend Lives On” commemorative collector plate the Franklin Mint ever sold;

Or that night after night, I curl up on the nicotine-scented plastic slipcovers and hope against hope that the evening’s entertainment will consist of something other than “Swingin’ Alive: Frank Sinatra Jr. Sings The Bee Gees.”

No. Every year, you drive me downtown, and make me do … this.

If looks could kill, Lori N.

Keep That Showroom Shine!

Attention beetles! Don’t let harsh winter conditions ruin your ‘tocks! Maintain that new-shell luster all year long with water-resistant BeetleWax™!

Shine on, Bri.

Daaaaaaaaaaah-leeng!

Zo good to zee you! Do you like mah fez-aire boa? Eet matches my eyes!

And now I am ze ready for ze, how you zay, Extreme Close-up!

More adorableness by the Kronche Squared pups from Cindilla T.

You’re Not Supposed to Hear Us!

We’re wearing sneakers! Now go away and let us sneak up on you!

We could never shoo cuties like Moose (left) and Badger, right, Megan P.?

I Could Never Get Past This Part

You stand inside the cavernous Temple of Ashcamatazz. Light from nearby torches barely pierces the gloomy darkness. At the north end you see the Chalice of Secrets in its place atop the high priest’s altar. There is an exit to the south.
There is a level 12 Mage here, between you and the altar.

> talk to mage
The Mage does not return your greeting.

> kill mage
What do you want to kill the Mage with?

> banana
You cannot kill the Mage with the banana.

> kill mage with sword

As you draw your weapon, the Mage calmly raises his robed hand and summons the +5 Chinchilla of Fluffiness. As you stare into its beady eyes, you can feel the life drain from your body.

****************** YOU ARE DED FROM TEH QTE ******************

Let’s just play Pong, J.S.

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