While useful, there was something slightly disturbing about her new fanny pack that Sheila couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Amelie B., it would be an honor to name him Hawkeye.
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Don’t Have This Problem
October 2, 2009 By
Like I told James Lipton: On one foot, was it the role of a lifetime? Absolutely – I owe Beatrix a great deal. But on the other, I can really deal without the paparazzi.
Be vehwy, vehwy quiet, Alex M.
In two weeks, she hopes it looks like a macadamia nut.
October 1, 2009 By
Ever since Eveyln said her ass was the size of an acorn, Ruth had exhausted herself doing Pilates.
Self-conscious squirrels are a sad breed, Maggie H.
Help me out, man
September 30, 2009 By
You want my boots, I’ll give you my boots. Anything, man. Just give me a little something to get me through the day…
In no way do I mean to imply that your rescue cat has a meth problem, Suzi H.
It’s kind of like finding a potato chip that looks like Jesus.
September 30, 2009 By
Except it’s a bathroom towel dog, and he looks like Eleanor Roosevelt.
Forwarded by John L.
The acoustics make it truly unbearable.
September 29, 2009 By
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD!!! What are you doing in here?? Don’t you know how to knock?
Great, you’ve seen my webbed feet – are you happy now? Why don’t you take a picture, it lasts lon–
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Oh, you did not just take a picture! I swear, if this ends up on some blog with a stupid caption about how I should wear a shower cap-ybara..
Just get out! Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout!!!
Dobby really needs a shower cap-ybara, Loren S.
Don Draper, He Ain’t
September 29, 2009 By
Perhaps it was the smell of fresh toner or the draw of warm paper – he wasn’t certain. But once again, after one martini too many, Fred found himself in this unenviable position.
There had been a going away party for Betty. Yes, that much he remembered. Unfortunately, what he didn’t remember was placing that one ill-advised photocopy in Mr. Vanslooten’s in box.
Kelli A. gets bonus points for naming her cat Pet.
Celebrate the Moments of Your Life
September 16, 2009 By
Christine, I think Squishy is using you to get a better view of the squirrels.
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but the spinner is missing…
September 15, 2009 By
Unfortunately, they realized too late that Farmer Ted had duped them once again. In hindsight, his suggestion did seem odd; and playing Twister over an empty bowl proved to be very foolish, indeed.
Farmer Ted will pay, Julie D.
Winston Just Got Schooled.
September 14, 2009 By
Oh, Winston. You know you’re a bit of a hero in these parts, but that’s only because we’re drawn to magnificently fluffy, ambivalent cats with questionable intelligence. Yes, studies suggest your brain is the size of that kernel you don’t know how to eat, as evidenced in this cob-bacle. So it pains us (delights us!) to do this to you, but this is how it’s properly done. Winston, meet Myack:
Myack? Really?
He’s a cobnobbing cat, Lillian O.
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