If you need to slap the snooze bar a couple extra times, that’s normal. But if you actually find yourself oozing down the stairs, you may want to take a sick day.
When he isn’t sliding into boxes, Maru is makin’ biscuits.
Listen closely for Maru purring at the end [serious eye roll]
Thanks to alert reader Marianne H. Maru’s blog is here.
Look what our good neighbor Tracy C. done brought us: “I found two baby bunnies on my front porch. I put one of them in a measuring cup to show how tiny it was.”
That’s funny, they don’t look so tiny after a… Cute Overload Extreme Close-Up!
Koalas really own the Schnozzular space. Seriously, who else has a schnozzle like that? Answer? No other animal! Koalas are mayors of Schnozzleville:
Schnozzular and Koalular by Photopakismo!
Obviously the Ikea folks could not afford the salesmen services of Maru, so they hired 100
Some IKEA advertising geniuses decided kittehs would sell HENSVIK shelving and TROFAST storage really well.
Would be Spokecat Maru:
From the Zyote cloud.
“Hmph. Your flaccid dialog has all the wit and suspense of an infomercial, your alleged characters are two-dimensional cutouts wandering soullessly through explosions, car chases, and fart jokes, and your criminally inept direction is as elegant and purposeful as a three-legged hippopotamus having a heart attack.
“Oh, and congratulations on your record-breaking opening weekend.”
After a few rounds of Cuttlefish Daiquiris, Greta, Yelena and Blinda drag out the Harry Belafonte records, and for the rest of the evening, it’s “how low can you go?!”
Photo: Ruth Rogers
Totally, brah. Locals-only beach, rippin’ curls, hot wahines — it’s all good, y’kneh?
(hahaha) yeah, I just heard this new joke (hee hee), oh this’ll kill’ya (chortle, snarf)
Me, I’m just happy it’s Thursday, one of the seven days of the week I have off.
And we’re happy because we have Kelly Ann B., Bethany D., and Heather A.
UPDATE: Thanks to Dr. Psilo for the spelling correction.