Just hung out.
Rim shot please, Katherine F.
Is it just me that got up at noon o’clock today? This baby sloth perfectly captures this slooooow-starting Sunday:
Plink plink! [eye closing and opening sound]
[old-timey typewriter sound] We interrupt you regularly-scheduled Caturday to bring you an important news bulletin. The Naugahyde Napper is in the vicinity, armed with rabbit’s feet and considered mostly dangerous. Unless of course, he falls asleep.
Vivian F. keep the children indoors until this blows over.
Winston has his very own special nomming procedures. Check out this cobfail, it will remind you of Shark Week:
The Bronx Zoo recently welcomed a trio of baby mongooseses… er, mongoosi. Here, mama mongoose monitors her mongoslings. (Hm, that didn’t sound right… mongrels, maybe? Nah, really no…)
YOU DID, Didn’t you!!!?
Marina D., there is ample evidence to support my theory.
Just when you thought the interspecies snorgling action could go no further, we witness the very finest Mail Online has to offer. The tiniest bacon:
Rhodesian Ridgeback and piglet action submitted by Marilyn T. over at The National Geographic Intelligent Travel Blog (HEARD OF THEM!?)
Dr. Jones coiled his bullwhip and gazed at the crumbling stone altar just paces away. Atop it sat the squat bronze idol, as it had for centuries, returning his gaze with mocking contempt.
“Let us hurry,” said the guide. “There is nothing to fear here.”
“That’s what scares me,” said Jones.
Once again, Chantal P., what was briefly yours is now mine! (evil laughter)
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Blah blah blah blah blah blah chick
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Your pup’s quite a chick magnet, Lauren R.
My friends, we got trouble! Right here in River City! With a capital “T” and that rhymes with “C” and that stands for cute!