Simon on ‘The Box’

Well it’s ABOUT TIME this controversial topic (leaving kittehs alone with empty boxes) was discussed over at Simon’s cat. Press play, people:

Stay safe, Toborzgrrl.

At Last: Fat and Round Pigs!

These New Zealand piglets are called “Kunekune,” a Maori word meaning “fat and round.” We prefer the term “Kunekunekune,” which is an ancient word we just made up that means “fat and round and cute and OMG my brains just turned to pudding somebody get a paper towel they’re oozing out my ears blarrggtth…”

More fatness and roundness at The New Zealand Kunekune Association.
PS: HD available for you high-bandwidth, detail-oriented peeps.
PPS: Sender-innered by Freetomato, who was not the only person to see this on Fark.com.

Not Surprisingly, His Fall Line Includes Mongoose Ear Plugs

For those who refuse to intentionally rock the cleavage but still want all the attention: Cork’ham, Calvin Klein.

Nice hood ornament, Lill-Iren J

Butterfly in the sky, I can fly twice as high…Oh, crap.

Can you believe the freakin’ injustice of this?

Forwarded by Kristen D.

I’m Telling You, We’re Lost!

“I told you to take the Traction Avenue exit, but noooo, you said you knew a shortcut, and now we’ve been driving all over God-knows-where!”

“I haven’t even seen a gas station for hours, not that you’d ask for directions anyway, Magellan…”

Many more adventures over at Miriam’s Bunnies

“Walk Like an Egyptian” Flash Mob Fail.

Fellas! Listen to me! For the last time: First you slide your feet up the street, bend your back, shift your arm and then you pull it back!

COXWFMCU [Cute Overload Extreme Webbed Feet Mélée Close-Up]

Let’s go east. No. West, Ammar A.

Soul Patches Not Picking Up What His Parents Threw Down

Everyone just assumes that I love wearing skinny jeans and ridiculous non-prescription tortoise shell eye glasses while reading Ginsberg’s “Howl” to fellow organic coffee-drinkers; none of this would be happening if my stupid parents hadn’t named me such an absurd name.

He’s the butter knife of knives, Jane CL

Seal of Approval

Yes, it is I — the Seal of Approval, a benevolent spirit offering unconditional approval for every misstep, so your day doesn’t have to suck so much.

Say you overslept this morning? I approve. Burnt the French toast? J’approuve! Got the hiccups during the client presentation? Approve-o-rama!

Accidentally backed into a row of Harley-Davidsons, which toppled like dominoes onto a painter’s ladder, sending a can of Robin’s Egg Blue into a waiter’s tray at Saul Zapata’s Kosher Taqueria, which flung an entire order of sizzling gefilte-fajitas into a gentle arc over traffic and through the sunroof of a passing Mercedes?

Photo via Jack Zhang

A Breakfast Lament

“I’m a big girl now,” said Princess, “and I’m tired of Cocoa Puffs”
“I want to eat what you eat, Mom, with fruits and nuts and stuffs.”
So Mom brought down the Muselix, and she poured some in a bowl,
And Princess set herself upon her wise and womanly goal.

The oats were bland, the nuts were hard, the fiber chafed her teef.
She thought, “if this is grown-up food, adulthood must be grief.”
But persevered she through the meal, then stared with forlorn eyes,
“I ate a whole bowl of this stuff, and there’s no plastic prize?

Photo by Jodi & Jacy.

Bunny Thrill-laaaaaah!

From Flickr user Yiie, here’s “Otis (Dutch rabbit, now 11 months old) sleeping. She had her paws up and was moving them slowly, almost looked like she was dancing to Michael Jackson’s Thriller song.”

Photo by Yi Chen

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