May I interest you in the 3/4-pound Super Chinchy today? Or perhaps the Chinchy Combo: A Chinchy with Cheese, Chinchy Fries and Chincher Ale? Or would you prefer the Roast Belgian Pheasant with Beurre Blanc Sauce, served with baby asparagus in a Cognac reduction, rice pilaf and a 32-ounce Chinchy-Cola?
Update: GMTA, Lizzy (who also spotted this)!
Hi, my name is Skittles and I like dining on crustaceans by candlelight, being clingy, and unicorns.
This little guy is one of eleven potentially new species found after a deep-sea expedition off Canada’s Atlantic coast. To read more, head to National Geographic. And as always, thanks to Marilyn T. for sending us these gems.
Captain’s Log, Stardate 5291.3: On a distress call at Snorgulon-5, we arrive only to find no one to greet us. Most… peculiar. No… citiesNo… buildingsNo… source of the distress signal. I… fear… we… may be walkingintoatrap. And yet, except for a lone Redonkulan Flozz-Poodle, we find no sign of life at all.
Live long and prosher, Mischa M.
Limber up, People:
“Lookforthewoman” sent this in with a ‘Toes!’ exclamation.
It’s actually… ah… a ring through my nose! I’m really a ferocious bull! Toro, toro! Hey, which way to Pamplona? ‘Cause I don’t want to miss the… running of the…
I’m really Hannibal Lecter! Yeah, and this is my scary Hannibal Lecter face mask! Say, you wouldn’t happen to be a census taker? See, I skipped breakfast, and…
(sigh) Yeah, it’s a pacifier.
Well, we think it’s very becoming, Taylor S. (suppressing giggles)
Detective Barnaby Frisky knew it was the opportunity of his career. The killer had finally made one wrong move, and he knew exactly where to nab him. The only problem: Frisky was a virtual prisoner under Gloria Whisker’s debilitating beauty.
The killer’s name is Smoke McCloud, Susan B.
Once upon a time, in the faraway kingdom of Fnord, a lonely maiden happened upon an enchanted frog. “Free me from this evil curse,” begged the frog, “and I will transform into a prince, and carry you away to my shining castle on the hill.”
And so, the maiden placed the frog in an engagement ring (which she always carried with her, because you never know), leaned forward, and kissed [The remainder of this paragraph has been deemed unsuitable as it contains horrific scenes of strangulation that may upset sensitive viewers.]
And the moral of the story is: First things first, genius.
Oh, all right, here’s the real story, from Jamie I.: “Yesterday afternoon, a surprise thunderstorm came through the Mojave desert (CA), and all these baby frogs came out to play. This one didn’t mind posing with our engagement rings – probably because he’s a die-hard romantic.”