He Glistens with Condescension

Perhaps you don’t know better, but does this look like a face that would tolerate your plebeian hot dog rolls?

Bring the aquatic veg and grains, stat, Merlene A. Photo by Netti Anker

T-Birds Aren’t Born Pink Ladies

You may want to flock to Busch Gardens Tampa Bay to get yo’ swoon on because since June 3rd, seven baby Caribbean flamingos have hatched.

And to add extra incentive, the newest long-legged fluff was born just a few days ago on Sunday, July 25th.

And as Sender-Inner Nick G. points out, while obviously fuzzy, baby flamingos are not born pink…

…their pink coloring comes from the carotenoid pigments they consume as part of their diet.

As always, thanks Nick G.

The Dazzlers Find What’s Missing from Their Synchronized Swimming Routine

Chaz knew it was a gamble, but he decided it was time for the team to go big or go home. And, as it turns out, spraying each other in a 40-60 mixture of coconut oil and glitter is not only moisturizing but it also leaves a lovely iridescent sheen in their wakes.

They could also work on the synchronization, Peter G.

Little Richard Moll was a Bit of a Punk

Hello? I believe I requested watermelon with the seeds? How else am I supposed to target the sparrows?

He best watch out for blue jays, Anna M. Photo by Leesia Teh

Overheard last night at Breasts & Thighs…

Hey, Drumstick, how’d you like ol’ Zorro here to buy you a white wine spritzer?

Best guess is he went home alone, C. Kirby

Thanks for the Shade, Mom

Theriously, I was all ouch-ooch-ooch-ouch walking on the sand, and then I sit down, and I’m thinking “hey, do I smell fried chicken?” and it’s me!

Photo credit: auburnxc

And now, a grumpy baby bluejay

Scroll down for the complete annoyance:

“I refuse to learn to fly, Wyah.”

Amanda M. saw this McGrumpersons learning how to fly in her backyard.

My Name is Bird George…

And this is my adorable Culture Club…

I’ll tumble for ya, Drew D.

Dance, Ya Varmint, Dance!

All that this duck* needs now is Yosemite Sam shooting the ground underneath him (and maybe a top hat and a cane). A-five, six, seven, eight!

* (probably a goose actually, and maybe one of our readers can clear that up.)

And This is Why Bob has a Giant Target on His Head

“Hey Noreen, look at the fuzzy dice I just found for the car!”

Forwarded by Kelly J. via The Frisky

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