Even pandas can’t resist doin’ a little chair dance at the office once and a while. Here’s some lucky video of Party Panda doin’ a little scratch mixing.
Sender-inner Alexandra R. asks: “Who doesn’t love a little extra glam! These are pictures from our family farm in New Jersey. Our horses love being pampered! My horse Cuda is in leopard print, gold and blue stars and the tiger stripe pattern is my sister’s horse Gabriel.”
Well it’s ABOUT TIME this controversial topic (leaving kittehs alone with empty boxes) was discussed over at Simon’s cat. Press play, people:
Stay safe, Toborzgrrl.
These New Zealand piglets are called “Kunekune,” a Maori word meaning “fat and round.” We prefer the term “Kunekunekune,” which is an ancient word we just made up that means “fat and round and cute and OMG my brains just turned to pudding somebody get a paper towel they’re oozing out my ears blarrggtth…”
More fatness and roundness at The New Zealand Kunekune Association.
PS: HD available for you high-bandwidth, detail-oriented peeps.
PPS: Sender-innered by Freetomato, who was not the only person to see this on Fark.com.
For those who refuse to intentionally rock the cleavage but still want all the attention: Cork’ham, Calvin Klein.
Nice hood ornament, Lill-Iren J
“I told you to take the Traction Avenue exit, but noooo, you said you knew a shortcut, and now we’ve been driving all over God-knows-where!”
“I haven’t even seen a gas station for hours, not that you’d ask for directions anyway, Magellan…”
Many more adventures over at Miriam’s Bunnies
Fellas! Listen to me! For the last time: First you slide your feet up the street, bend your back, shift your arm and then you pull it back!
COXWFMCU [Cute Overload Extreme Webbed Feet Mélée Close-Up]
Let’s go east. No. West, Ammar A.
Everyone just assumes that I love wearing skinny jeans and ridiculous non-prescription tortoise shell eye glasses while reading Ginsberg’s “Howl” to fellow organic coffee-drinkers; none of this would be happening if my stupid parents hadn’t named me such an absurd name.
He’s the butter knife of knives, Jane CL
Yes, it is I — the Seal of Approval, a benevolent spirit offering unconditional approval for every misstep, so your day doesn’t have to suck so much.
Say you overslept this morning? I approve. Burnt the French toast? J’approuve! Got the hiccups during the client presentation? Approve-o-rama!
Accidentally backed into a row of Harley-Davidsons, which toppled like dominoes onto a painter’s ladder, sending a can of Robin’s Egg Blue into a waiter’s tray at Saul Zapata’s Kosher Taqueria, which flung an entire order of sizzling gefilte-fajitas into a gentle arc over traffic and through the sunroof of a passing Mercedes?
Photo via Jack Zhang