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Commiserations, Scooby. Compliments, Jackie C.
Ed’s Joint showcased these pup-Zzz.
Like, how many times I gotta tell you stupid bill collectors? You just missed him! He’s splitsville, baby! Taillights! A ghost! A vapor trail! Yesterday’s papers! He’s…
And your pop-up advertiseeng — eet bores me as well. Away wees eet!
Off the high rocks along the coast of Acapulco,
a fearless cliff diver performs a dazzling swan dive,
plunging into the narrow … laundry basket far below.
Impressive, Ratco V.
[Stalk stalk stalk]
EYELOCK! YOU ARE HELPLESS!
Stalking perfected by kitten Daisy, captured by BigTallGuy.
Maybe it’s the humidity, or maybe my inability to resolve the mind/body schism at the core of Cartesian dualism, but I’ve been so listless lately. Not even my impressive display of Rule 47 splayed haunch action lights my fire anymore.
It’s just a phase, Marti Z.
… so the Horses aren’t speaking again; Ethel made Bob sleep on the couch after she found about that filly in Philly. The chickens tell me that new rooster is strictly a cock-a-doodle-don’t, if you catch my drift. And Mrs. Pig won’t let her youngest Stanley out of the house ever since he got that tattoo…
Jamie W. says: “my mom took this at a petting zoo (accidentally wrote ‘petty zoo’)”
Tough guys don’t go to barber shops. They go for the hedge clippers at the hardware store.
He is dog, hear him roar, Monica Mc.!