ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ʇɐ ɐǝpı pooƃ ɐ ǝʞıʃ pǝɯǝǝs ʇı

Man they do this every night, and they never drop anything. NEVER. It’s like a freakin’ silverware ballet up there. Just once, JUST ONCE, they could let me have some of the good stuff, you know? But noooOOOOOoOooo.

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Well I’ve been watching that same Royal Wedding show these two old-fashioned lovey-doveys are STILL ooh-ing and ahh-ing over, while all the good noms are just sitting here, and you know, I have an idea… :twisted:

¿¿dʃǝH ‘osʃ∀

¡¡¡pooɟ ǝʃdoǝd ʎɯ ʇuɐʍ I ¡ʞɹoʍ oʇ ƃuıoƃ sɐʍ ʇɐɥʇ ᴎᴚOMS ǝʌ,pʃnoɔ I ¡ʇı ʇsɐʃq ɥO

¿ɥǝ ‘uʍop-ǝpısdn uǝʌǝ sʞɹoʍ sısʃɐʇsıɹǝd ƃuıɥʇ poo⅁ ˙oʇoɥd ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ʎɐʌɹ∀ oʇ sʞuɐɥ⊥

Lair of Lop

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Just darling, Metz. ;)

[OK, OK, I'll unlock the comments! :P - Ed.]

These are NOT leftovers. This is a BREAKFAST BUFFET.

In the words of this internet generation, OM NOM NOM.

Thank you Meg, NomTom, Prongs… heck, thanks EVERYBODY, fer cryin out loud! :D

Party Time! Excellent!

So, as some of you have noticed, it is in fact Friday Night.  Ergo, you need appetizers!  Canapes!  Horse doovers!  Snacks and bite-size goodies of all sorts!  W00T!!
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If you don’t know what MFBT is yet, I’m sure someone will be kind enough to clear things up for you in the comments.  And save some for me, eh?

ENCORE: Barkin’ & Quackin’ Around the Tree

And now, a couple o’ classics in the ultra-short tradition of Cute Overload holiday posts (and by this I mean they’re from last year)…

Who’s that flappin’ down the chimney? Who’s that tappin’ at the tree?
It’s the elf with the bill, and he won’t stop until every boy and girl is giddy with glee.

Every Christmas time he’s at it again, a sack full of toys and an IQ of ten,
You might get meat or you might get a doll, ’cause he’s got no clue who you are at all.

So open those presents and try your luck; it could be wood or it could be a truck,
Will Christmas be merry or will it suck? You never can tell with Santa Duck!

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Have a possibly Merry Christmas, Karen K.


Jorden C.—merry Sender-Innering.

Lhasa Oopsie

Ah, those poodley Apsos, those curly munchkins, those inspirational figures for the denizens of George Lhucas’ verdant Endor, those lhithe and lhovely (alhbeit a lhittle lhazy) lhemur-lhicking lhunatics… OK I’ll stop. From the Meg Files, circa December 19th, 2007.

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You might infer from the photo above that Buster, the Lhasa-poo, gets to choose where he sleeps, and he chose the big bed. This would be false. Hali, the bigger dog, likes the little bed.

Anna C.— Suuure we believe you. Kinda like these two guys—remember them?

Just Walk Away, It’s Not Worth It

On this day, in late August of 2007, today, the 31st, which is definitely today, something else happened.  This is not that story.

Caked and wrinkly, turtle ‘tocks
Crinkly, crusty turtle ‘tocks

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Rumpled, puckered turtle ‘tocks
Ridged, and dimpled, turtle ‘tocks.

Olé!

Furrowed, folded, crumpled, crusty-tacular, Cheryl H.

OH NOOO I MEANT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY

aaaaaaaaargh HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUTE OVERLOAD!! dammit :P

This was, of course, before COXCUs, before tags, before 560-pixel-wide pictures, before calendars, before commentroversy, before moderators and [-Ed.]s, possibly before a storied wet meteorological event requiring a lengthy journey in a big wooden freighter full of two of everything. (Awaiting confirmation on that last bit.)  Anyway, let’s pretend I posted this on “Caturday”.

I’m inno-cent!
by MEG on SEPTEMBER 26, 2005

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I got ya broccolis RIGHT HEAH

Poor Sarah Bernham. Can’t catch a broccoli break. ;)

Broccolis? for moi?

Amazingly, lil’ Kumanoko always appears to have his mouth open in astonishment. Prolly amazed by his own cuteness. Even HE can’t believe himself!

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OK, perhaps most precious detail photo EVAR? You cannot disagree.

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Snorting brocca-leh! She’s snorting! UHN [Say in Dana Carvey voice]
Once again, Seattle Roll gets the prize for best macro hamster lens.

Laundry Mountain Blues

[blues licks, y'all] Dah dwee da dump.

I woke up this mornin’ (dah dwee da dump)
And went back to sleep (dah dwee da dump)
Cause starin’ right at me (dah dwee da dump)
This big wrinkled heap (dah dweedle da dump) (etc.)

Twenty tan and black towels
Just a pile o’ wet fuzz
One little pink sock
Told me right where I was…

pug_melt

I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby, face down on the flo’
(dah dwee da dump, dah dweedle a dump, dah dwee-aah)
And Miss Miranda H. Mama…
(all stop for a four-count)
…She don’t need me no mo’

[harmonica outro, repeat chorus, big finish]

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