… and, for some things, there are no words. (Click pictures to view original posts.)
You are the proud owner of a new BirDroid 5000x fully-automatic human suit! At last, the legs you’ve always wanted for walking, jogging, and dancing! Grasp objects with your lifelike hands — no more using your beak!
Is Bird being smuggled, or snuggled, Amy T.?
Oh sure, sex sells, but in 2009, Madison Avenue caught a serious case of Teh Qte. Below, we take another look at the cutest ads we featured in the past year.
“Cute Overload is the bestest site on the whole Intertubes EVER!” Brwaaaaaaaawk!
Ooh, you’re gonna have some dead pixels on that screen, Susan R.
And now, a couple o’ classics in the ultra-short tradition of Cute Overload holiday posts (and by this I mean they’re from last year)…
Who’s that flappin’ down the chimney? Who’s that tappin’ at the tree?
It’s the elf with the bill, and he won’t stop until every boy and girl is giddy with glee.
Every Christmas time he’s at it again, a sack full of toys and an IQ of ten,
You might get meat or you might get a doll, ’cause he’s got no clue who you are at all.
So open those presents and try your luck; it could be wood or it could be a truck,
Will Christmas be merry or will it suck? You never can tell with Santa Duck!
Have a possibly Merry Christmas, Karen K.
Jorden C.—merry Sender-Innering.
According to the Daily Mail:
Seven months ago Sisso damaged his right wing and although he has been gradually nursed back to health he is unable to fly. Before the harness came along all he could do was flap aimlessly on the ground.
See another sweet pic and read more over at the Daily Mail. Kudos to Cuteporter Jamie R. for this one.
Really? This is how you choose to spend our time? You have the rare opportunity of not only catching, but also holding a hummingbird, and you want to declare a thumb war?
According to sender-inner Hana O.: “My classmates discovered this young hummingbird who had fallen out of his nest and immediately a rescue team ensued! He was a bit of an inexperienced flier, but in the end he made his way back into his tree.”
Perhaps looking somewhat thuggish, they still seemed gentlemanly enough, so when Clarice Starling spotted them on her way to work, she didn’t think twice about it.
As she passed them, she gave them a shy smile. And when she received a smirk in return, she realized the worst: They were mockingbirds. Roosting over a construction site.
“Hey, chick! Nice flanks – they could kind of use some work, dontcha think? And what kind of flight feathers are those? You know, in some human worlds, they’d call your tarsus a cankle! Anyone ever tell you your rump is bigger than a toucan’s mandible?”
Eating crow is hard to swallow, B.J. P.