"… and so he comes home from work and he’s, like, BAM! right on the couch with the Playstation, and it’s like I’m just not feeling validated in this relationship anymore, you know?"
"Honey, you just need more ‘you’ time! Get yourself a new hobby, like scrapbooking, or that new towel boy … or maybe take a pole-dancing class, it’s supposed to be really empowering."
Is this the same spa where they spank the kitties, Jill V.?
You know, you’d think that insect porn would be all sinister and nasty-like (heck, if it involved Praying Mantises, the "money shot" would include decapitation), but there’s something graceful about these mating dragonflies—almost romantic, in a way that’s hard to explain. I can’t quite put my finger on the reason, though…
Bow bow chicka bow bow, Kevin L.
"Oh boy, ohboyohboyohboy … lemmie at ‘im, boss, lemmie at ‘im! I’ll moidalize the bum!"
"That’s right, boss! We’re goin’ in for the kill! Now just leggo my collar and you’ll see some serious butt-kicking, yes sirree! Watch me mop the floor with this no-good, pencil-necked …"
"Mnnnnyeeeessssss? You were saying …?"
"… so remember, shorty, (smack!) this is MY field! (smack!) And now, if you’ll excuse me …"
"Well, hey there, darlin’—How you doin’? Whaddya say you ditch these dogs and join me at a little party I’m throwing?"
BONUS PHOTOS! I couldn’t quite work these into my silly little story, but they’re too good not to share, so enjoy:
THAT … is five different flavors of awesome, Laura M.
"Awright, youse mugs, listen up! We’re knocking over McGregor’s First National Bank, see, and I don’t want no slip-ups!
Bugsy, you drive the getaway car. Roger, you blow up the safe.
And Flopsy, you stare disapprovingly at the security guard! Now, hop to it, see? Nyeeaaahh!"
This looks like a case for Elliot Nuff and his Untouchables, Amanda L.
(FADE IN on backyard. MUSIC UP, delicate piano with strings)
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Were you a Schlackmann’s kid, Vernel L.?
My boyfriend and I adopted a kitten a few months ago. She is so sweet and little but she has this problem. She likes feet. And I don’t mean she thinks they’re kinda neat and she watches them. I mean she thinks they are tasty and she must eat them. Especially for breakfast. Especially in the very early morning hours for breakfast. This was taken after she was caught in the act. Don’t let the innocent act fool you. She is evil. Lovable… but evil.
Signed, Carrie M.
Dear Carrie:
Let’s not pussyfoot around—your tiny toe-taster is in a terrible jam! Unless you intervene—and fast—she’ll become a full-on feline footaholic. Tell this heel to get on the ball and go to a local Toe-Anon meeting, and if she arches her back, remind her that de-nail isn’t just a river in Egypt, no matter how corny that sounds.
-The Other Abby
Arrrrrgh, mateys! Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, and ye be aboard the SS Redonkulous, the cutest vessel what ever sailed the Internets! I’m Captain Kidd N. Kaboodle, and if it’s adventure ye be after, then welcome aboard! And now, here’s my first(-post) mate, Mister Bleen!
In the remote plains of Wazoolooland, we come upon an all-too-familiar scene: A fierce camel locked in mortal combat with the small but wily plastic bucket.
For the bucket, its only chance is to raise its defenses and hope to tire his adversary …
Alas, even the bucket’s tough protective shell is no match for the camel’s ruthless onslaught …
… and with one final bite, the struggle is over.
Victorious, the mighty camel cries out his call of triumph.
We’ll be back with more of "Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom" after these messages.
Yes, sir, Gelosia … that’s your "Baby." ( More photos here )
This picture is:
Can I peek at your answer, Karen G.?
"We were right in the middle of … um … playing leapfrog! Um, wait … no, I was giving her a back massage! Yeah, that’s the ticket … ahmm, would you believe we’re practicing for the football team? Hup one, hup two!"
Scandalous, Tami S.
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