All this clip needs is a fuzzy unicorn riding a rainbow to an all-you-can buffet of stars.
Suck it, Hans Christian Andersen. I’ve always been gorge.
I’m sure this lovely cygnet would never say such words, Andrea M.
After a few rounds of Cuttlefish Daiquiris, Greta, Yelena and Blinda drag out the Harry Belafonte records, and for the rest of the evening, it’s “how low can you go?!”
Photo: Ruth Rogers
Sender Inner Huckleberry sez his birds “shred the hygienic gnar of the sink, and they get very rad.”
Super Sweet Heinous Sink Close Up [S.S.H.S.C.U.]
The one on the deck is named Skitters and the one riding in the sink is Planchet.
Why? Because it’s a “Bury your nose in me!*” magnet!
*Except this owl will peck your face off so don’t do eet
Teresa M. sent in this Tumblr gem Hungover Owls
“… oh, I totally agree: So-called ‘modern classical’ music is overrated. How about a kiss? I mean, sometimes I have to turn off the TV and the cell phone and just, you know, be. You wanna kiss? Running my own business, maybe traveling; that’s where I see myself in five years. So are we gonna kiss or what?”
You remember Marnie, don’t you?