Armed and Fluffy

*ALERT* This is an all-points bulletin – Please be on the look-out for a suspect of smaller build, answers to the name “Scoop” and is known to use the alias “Smooches DeLuca”.  Suspect is wanted for string of heinous drive-by lickings.

Crime is really on the rise, Kaley B.


Primo Better Be Quick on Those Feet

As Primo leaned in for a kiss, he neglected to consider the fact that perhaps Big Bertha would not approve.

Air kiss, Kendra G.

Thanks for gracing us with your presence

Wired recently reported (we’re slow to pick this up, Ha) that the Horton Plains Slender Loris, once thought to be extinct, was found and photographed for the first time ever.

See the newly discovered loris here.

Photo above is of a regular ole slow loris, not the recently discovered one. By Ben 140362.) This slow news via Dave G.

Remote Control Bears Brunt of Misplaced Anger

Not understanding, Chunk feels the remote control is to blame for the constant stream of “Jersey Shore” on the television.

You’re lucky Chunk can’t put 2 and 2 together, Kimbrey & Brooks

He Glistens with Condescension

Perhaps you don’t know better, but does this look like a face that would tolerate your plebeian hot dog rolls?

Bring the aquatic veg and grains, stat, Merlene A. Photo by Netti Anker

T-Birds Aren’t Born Pink Ladies

You may want to flock to Busch Gardens Tampa Bay to get yo’ swoon on because since June 3rd, seven baby Caribbean flamingos have hatched.

And to add extra incentive, the newest long-legged fluff was born just a few days ago on Sunday, July 25th.

And as Sender-Inner Nick G. points out, while obviously fuzzy, baby flamingos are not born pink…

…their pink coloring comes from the carotenoid pigments they consume as part of their diet.

As always, thanks Nick G.

The Excitement of Comic Con Continues to Spread Everywhere

I’m Captain Sniffles with my trusted sidekick, Half-Mustachioed Wilma! Our mission is to rid the world of evil while relying on our looks and using our oddly friendly-looking, yet completely debilitating, colorful lasers!

Hop & Scotch are clearly evil masterminds, Bryn H.

Today’s Exercise in Futility: Playing Hide-and-Seek with the Cat

OK, so while I count to ten, you go hide. One…two…three…four


Narcolepsy, Christine & Trevor F.

Let’s Talk it Over at Dinner

Shirley, I don’t know what’s going on with us, but there just seems to be this…space between us.

Surely, they ingest, Jeanne.

Buyer Beware

Um, when I ordered the Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine, this is not what I had in mind.

With salt, Alex L.