All in fun, McKayla– congrats on your terrific Olympics.
I mean, look — I can just barely fit in this thing! And there aren’t even any bubbles! (Well, other than the ones that I make from time to time.)
So sorry, I cannot go out with you tonight. I am washing my hairs.
I would wait a month of Caturdays to hang out with Merlin kitty, Dawn.
Okay, that’s it, the parents have finally left!
Eric, you grab the wood, Dana, you keep watch, and I’ll hang the disco ball–just the bare necessities for damming this river and having best bear boy-girl party ever!
Let’s all be glad we’re not teenagers anymore, Mac Danzig.
Is it true that most people get attacked by pugs in three feet of water about ten feet from the beach?
We’re gonna need a bigger boat, Carrie T.
Adorabuhls Wombat Action (AWA) from Down Under. Push Play, Mate!
Magnolia’s on the move, Ehn! Thanks Clem McIntosh.
It began, as all memes do, with a photo: A happy young woman smiling awkwardly through her retainer at her favorite berks. Soon, no goofy grimace was safe from the Internet’s newest marble-mouthed captioning craze, not even ernimerls.
Pherters vier Termblr. (Caution: prolonged viewing may cause brain damage.)
Seven cups a day
My blood type is espresso
And I feel grande’!
Perk ya later, Jason Lazerda.
This is Hammie, a French Bulldog who has obviously had way too much caffeine this morning. Hammie has decided to attack the Dreaded Laser Pointer, and despite some maniacal scurrying, it’s not going so well for The Hamster. (Watch for the Slo-Mo camera work, and turn up the speakers for plenty of Hammie Snorting!)
You’ll get it someday, Hammieization!