Just as he did every afternoon, Sanford told his friends he was headed out to the river to relax while listening to Bach and Mozart. He didn’t like to lie, but the shame of the truth was too great: Alone on the waters, he’d place those ear phones on his head, and disappear in the sweet, sweet sounds of (similarly coiffed) Richard Marx.
And, you’re welcome:
Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you, Angie C.
You gotta love this lil’ Galapagos seal pup, he’s all concentrating on mutating into a cuter version of himself over time and stuff, waiting for Darwin to write a book about him.
Photo by Stuart Leslie. Did you know you could enter the International Photo Contest over at National Geographic!? Then, after that, download this prosh-leaf-dweller wallpaper!
What should I title this post. Whaaaaaaat should I title it? I must think hard about a reference for this peckish pygmy. I can’t think of anything! If only I could reference a ridiculous, aggressive marble-munching game from my childhood!
Via The Bobbeh Implosion who found this on a sweet lil’ Tumblog called You’re a Strange Animal.
Of all the dangers faced by ancient mariners, none was more deadly or feared than the Giant Blorpular Sealberg. These free-floating islands of blubber concealed as much as nine-tenths of their mass below the surface, just waiting to bounce any ship foolish enough to pass too close.
Ruhmember this guy? The blorp of butter that fell off a plate and into OUR HEARTS?
Just sayin’ it’s COINCIDENTAL THAT THERE IS A NEW WEBSITE called: “This Peanut Looks Like a Duck“
Check it:
I am highly skeptikuhls, Karla B.!
Boy, have I got a busy day planned.
First, I have to put off cleaning out the rain gutters, then I’ve got to avoid painting the spare bedroom.
And somewhere in between not edging the front lawn and forgetting to take out the trash, I’ve got to carve out time to refrain from cleaning the attic…
Dr. Jones coiled his bullwhip and gazed at the crumbling stone altar just paces away. Atop it sat the squat bronze idol, as it had for centuries, returning his gaze with mocking contempt.
“Let us hurry,” said the guide. “There is nothing to fear here.”
“That’s what scares me,” said Jones.
Once again, Chantal P., what was briefly yours is now mine! (evil laughter)
| 0:04: | “Oh no, no way, nuh-uh. You’re not getting me in that… that… whatever that blue stuff is, no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o thank you…” |
| 0:10: | “… because it looks all wet and sloshy and it could hurt a person and so I will just romp and play where it is nice and–HEY LAAAY-DEE!” (splash!) |
| 0:24: | “Oh, this is not so bad, I’m moist and I’m swimming… Hey, where you going? I was just beginning to–WHAAAAAA! You bit me! You bit my little body with the teeth and the hurting of me, owwww…” |
| 0:35: | “Now I am dry again, but if you want me to swim, you have to promise not to do the biting and the pulling from the water, thank you nice lady!” |
| 0:53: | (Temporary loss of cuteness. Please stand by.) |
| 0:57: | “OK, here I go… Whe-e-e-e-e-e! See how much more fun it is when with all of the chomping and the yanking you don’t make so much?” |
| 1:42: | “OOOWWWW! Again with the biting and the pulling! Will you stop with the pulling of my arm which is painful and is not a nice thing, already!” |
All the seals are brown
And the pebbles grey
I’ve been for a swim
In this man made bay
I’d be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California blorpin’
Stuck in Germanaaaay
A California sea lion at the Wuppertal Zoo in Germany dreams of going home. By Ina Fassbender. Spotted by Ryan with no last name.
They were delicious! My compliments to the chef!
Don’t think for second that I missed those cute suction-cup hands, Michèle M.
[UPDATE -- this CGI frog is from a TV ad in Belgium. Well spotted, FCB! - Ed.]
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