Jennifer G. Just stop it! You’re OUT OF CONTROL!
It’s supposed to get us to our destination, but it’s not really working…
It’s making me go thru yellow lights at top speeds…
I was supposed to be at the office an hour ago, but somehow we ended up at the beach…
And it’s konking out on the job.
I think we need a new one.
Sender-Inner Lucy says: Baby Otis is only 3 month old and doesn’t give good directions yet…
Good afternoon, sports fans! Well, this is it: The granddaddy of them all, the brass ring, the game for all the marbles — the Super Bowl. And with it comes the time-honored Super Bowl traditions; first, dressing up the pets so they can share in all the Super Bowl excitement!
And if that’s not thrilling enough, it’s time once again for the Animal Planet Puppy Bowl! Here are highlights from last year’s action-packed game!
Thanks to Chief Sister Officer for the Steelers pet pics!
… and a stealer:
"WHOO! What a tiring Caturday."
[Dragging gut on ground along with ears]
Daisy-shoo…. daisy-shoooooo (Say in ‘honk shu’ voice)
THIS Heisman Ham trophy winner has ALL his football-shaped baloney sandwiches with mustard "strings" READY for tomorrow’s game.
This encore presentayshe brought to you by Meg.
I’m going to play Rock Band.
Later. [trots off]
Sender-Inner Rebecca R says "This is "Delphie" and her baby "Guthlac". He’s only a week old, but it looks like they’ve already entered that difficult stage…"
Those elongated arms!
That look in your close-together eyes!
YOUR PROVOCATIVE POSE OMG
Kathryn S. saw this gibbon monkeh striking a pose at the Lincoln Park Zoo. Pure redonkulousness.
Here at The Cute Overload Music Depreciation Society, we help our students cultivate a refined ear for all forms of music, from opera…
… to classic Delta Blues.
Sender-inner Carrie L. found these pictures of "Stache" on a message board. Either Stache has had a little mishap with a Magic Marker, or that is one devastatingly delicate mustache. And it reminds me of somebody, but I’m not sure who…
Now, my left brain, the logical, analytical half that tells me to store my ATM receipts in chronological order for future reference, thinks that he looks like genius supersleuth Hercule Poirot.
But my right brain, the random, creative half that tells me to run through the mall wearing nothing but body paint and ostrich feathers and singing the Oscar Meyer wiener jingle, thinks he looks like surrealist painter Salvador Dali.
So I leave it to you, peeps — which half is right? Vote below!