Those crazy otter-hand-holders over at the Vancouver Aquarium are at it again: this time, they caught all the fishes in their natural, decorated, holiday habitat.
Jen M., You can’t hear me but I’m clapping underwater for this submission.
It’s “Tickle Me” Minou, from Sara M.
I hate you. I just want you to know that. It’s not enough that I can feel the eyes of an army of garden gnomes upon me as I take my morning constitutional;
Or that our home is a museum for every “Princess Diana: The Legend Lives On” commemorative collector plate the Franklin Mint ever sold;
Or that night after night, I curl up on the nicotine-scented plastic slipcovers and hope against hope that the evening’s entertainment will consist of something other than “Swingin’ Alive: Frank Sinatra Jr. Sings The Bee Gees.”
No. Every year, you drive me downtown, and make me do … this.
If looks could kill, Lori N.
[whispering Sir Richard Attenborough voice]
Rarely seen in the wild*, a Mali monkeh snorgles a Dachshund puppeh… Let’s watch.
*Wild? Wait—I think I see a leash Julie G.!