Lord, Love a ‘Tock

"Blimey, ‘ere it is, another cold, gloomy ‘Tocktober, and I’m frozen straight down to me flippin’ giblets!"

"Still, it’s not as bad as them cheeky blokes what sneaks up be’inds ya, snappin’ pictures of yer bum, now didn’t it?"

I predict this post gets a jolly good English nuffin'

Snap-snap, grin-grin, quack-quack, nudge-nudge, say ne’more, Lauren K.

Benson Hedges, Private Eye!

It was half past midnight when I rolled up to the seediest dive on the wharf.  The ocean air sent a prickly feeling up my back—the kind you get when danger lurks behind every door.

My Bentley's in the shop.  No, really.

Inside, I grilled a barfly for information, but she just turned her back and gave me the cold shoulder.  That dame was no lady—and it bugged me.

Just for that, doll, you don't get any hovertext.

Suddenly, I heard a noise in the back room.  I burst through the door just in time to put the bite on some yellow coward trying to escape.

GOTCHA!  Now ... start squeaking, pipsqueak!

For the next chapter in the thrilling adventures of Benson Hedges, Private Eye, visit sender-inner Heather’s Flickr photoset!

A puppeh in the hand is worth…

Two in the bush?

Three hamsters and a fish?

Four sets of bear ‘tocks? What? What is it worth, People! Tell me! (In the Comments!)

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BTW, love the privacy tail, Helene L.

It’s a simple question, really.

Q. Have you EVER seen a set of frog ‘tocks?

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No I will not do a close-up, Anne B.

I said no.

When “Snaggle” adopted “Bubbles”

Once upon a time, with a jazzy soundtrack, a kitteh named "Snaggle puss" adopted a behbeh rabeet named "Bubbles".

Why do I have an overwhelming urge to shoot a basket from the three point line, Amelia T.?!

*Yawn*

Your story has become tiresome.

Wake me up when you properly deliver a punchline.

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Yaaaaaaawn, Helene L. [holding hand up to mouf]

Proof we need to start a C.O. Dating service IMMEDIATLEH

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Oh.

Hello.

The name is Brock.

Brock McCattersons.

You see—I…

I—well, I like kittehs.

It’s not typical for a successful man like me, living in New York… swingle… more-salary-than-I-know-what-to-do-with…  to agree with you—a modern woman—that cats are wonderful.

I’m so glad we met.

Here on this Web site.

Allow me to introduce you to Ms. Parappa. I think she likes you.

I think she wants you to come over for dinner and some red wine.

Will you say yes?

Good.

See you tomorrow night.

at eight.

*wink*

Sender-Inner Josh N., you must BE STOPPED! You too, New York Times.

Connect DAS DOTZ

People, a tattoo like this comes along once in every generayshe.

A tattoo that speaks to an entire group of Peeps. Peeps that look at it and say: "Hey. I can identify with that." This is that tattoo.

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Huge snogs to C.S.O. for finding this action!

More Fallout From the Economic Downturn

As the developed world copes with the economic calamity, we must not forget emerging nations such as Orangustan, where widespread unemployment and rising fuel prices have caused severe overcrowding on public transportation.

At least those lucky buggers over in Clownistan get CARS!

Found in a Fark Photoshop contest thread by (checking notes) … um … oh, that’s right—me.  :-)

We’re Running Out of Office Space

"… And I said, I don’t care if they lay me off either, because Itold Bill that if they move my drawer one more time, then I’m going to quit, because they’vemoved my drawer four times already this year, butthen they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, and I keptthe staples for the Swingline stapler and it’s not okay because if theytake my stapler then I’ll set the building on fire…"

... and then they moved my drawer to storage and there was garbage on it ...

Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, Veronica H.

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