I am… WINGTASTIC!
“Waiter, if this is the deconstructed chicken pot pie, I fear asking for a doggy bag.”
That is one disapproving/sleepy Chippy, Ada C. Photo by Dan Cole.
What’s the deal between giraffes and ostriches? Must be the necks, because this isn’t the first time we’ve seen unlikely friends like these. In this case, it’s Bea (left) and Wilma, best gal-pals at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay.
I predict a loooooooong friendship, Lauren S.
“Hi, Peter. What’s happening? We need to talk about your TPS reports.”
Honestly terrifying, Kelly W.
Here I am, chicks: Your tall drink of handsome.
Careful not to stare directly at me lest my hotness burn your retinas.
Meg S. says: “I work for a program in New Orleans that breeds the endangered Mississippi Sandhill Crane, and we raise the chicks for release every fall. The cuteness factor of these chicks is dangerously high.” Indeed.
Fuzzy Birds and SS Sailboat begin floating at the same time from opposite ends of a lake that is 30 miles long. Fuzzy Birds are floating at 6mph and SS Sailboat is floating at 10mph. How long after they begin will they meet?
Don’t worry, SS Toy Sailboat, Sender-Inner May-Li K.! E-Birdman.
I don’t know…I feel like I’m walking a fine line between street thug who’s about to steal your seed and mysterious hunk who asks you to join him for a nightcap.
Also makes for a fine fake mustache for hamsters, Sayaka C.
“Oh, thank you, doctor! My neck had been totally out of alignment, and it was really filling my chi flow with lots of dark energy. So, are my shirts ready?”
Sandy W. leaves us with an earworm: “The song ‘He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother’ by The Hollies came to mind when my husband showed me the picture.”