Surprise, surprise, surprise!
A valentine from Carolyn P.: “I was looking for a cute picture to put on the Valentine’s Day card I’m making for my boyfriend. My pet name for him is Woolly Bear – like the caterpillar! Soooo… I found this pic of this fuzzy, woolly little bug curled up into a perfect, teensy heart shape in the palm of someone’s hand!”
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Shine on, Bri.
In this episode, Colin and Dave gather pollen, Jennifer rebuffs Peter’s clumsy advances, Greg and Michael gather pollen, Sarah’s wig receives some harsh criticism, and Victor, Ian, Nancy, Bryce, Nicholas, Danny, Shaun, Ed, Liz, David, Dianne, Pete, John, Paul, George, Ringo, Margaret, and Tony gather pollen.
Sender-innered by Natx.
Heeeeey, Brother Hermit Crab! Sorry I’ve been so absent; Auntie Squirrel was teaching me how to store nuts for winter.
He’s an adorable beaver, Marisa C. Photo by Mr. Beans.
Whooo-hoooo! It’s great to be back in the Enormodome, rock-and-rollers! Now, I just have one question for you: Are! You! Ready! to POLLINAAAAAAAAATE?!
I just don’t have the heart to tell him we’re in Akron, Josh N.
Michael W. believes that this flamboyant guy may be a tussock moth caterpillar. This may be, but what’s certain is he’s most likely related to Howard Jones.
Also a little old-school Sting, Johnny Rotton, and Bowie, Michael W.
This palm is scalier than my back, and if you ever want to find a life partner, I foresee you spending a fortune on moisturizer. And speaking of fortunes, this one cost you $100.
He once belonged to the Great Carnac, MissyPantOne.
I’m at the end of my stick, doc. I keep trying to explain to her that this is just how I’m built, ya know? But my wife is still accusing me of havin’ a wandering eye!
Keep an eye on that one, Andrea J.
Had I sat on the edge of your plate and stared while you devoured your bourgeois cheeseburger, I suspect my prying eyes would’ve been met with copious amounts of table salt! Yet here you perch, narrating my every bite. You sir, are the despicable slime!