More Figaro, Figaro, Fiiiiigaro

“Why I’m wearing this mesh vest, I have no clue, but I do know another adventure is upon us. Will I be a Scuba Diver? WWF Wrestler? Latex Salesman? It’s anyone’s guess, really.”

“What I do know is I need to prepare, so if you’ll please excuzzzzzzzzzzz…”

Get him a Mr. Pibb from the Piggly Wiggly to wake those curled trotters – stat, Claire C.

Deli Department Avoided, for Obvious Reasons

Today was Saturday – or as he liked to call it – “Adventure Day”, and Figaro could barely contain his excitement during the short train ride to their special place.

But when a fellow traveler asked where they were going, Figaro could no longer keep the news to himself, and he gleefully shouted, “We’re going to the most magical place on earth! There are carrots and celery and corn – all right next to each other, in one giant room named the Piggly Wiggly!”

Keep letting Figaro believe the store caters specifically to him, Claire C.

P.S. Snorf-hance:

This Just In: Seldom Seen Swine Behavior Caught on Camera!

It’s been rumored for years that such behavior exists, yet until now, nobody has been able to capture it. Well, thanks to National Geographic, we’re finally able to witness the pig equivalent to the fist-bump:


As always, thanks, Marilyn T.

Photo by Amanda Kopp.

I knead you, Porkchops

My second favorite blog, DListed [NSFW] is featuring this redonk photo for a caption contest:

Think we can out-do them? I THINK WE CAN

The Year in Cute, 2009

… and, for some things, there are no words.  (Click pictures to view original posts.)

Year In Cute 2009: Ad Infinitum

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.

Hey Man, What’s Your Beef?

Farmer Ted was just tooling around on the tractor, minding his own business, when he saw Clyde, the herd punk. And before Farmer Ted could even mutter a small “hello,” he became victim to a drive-by moo-ing.

They start so young, Kelly B.

Reindeer Understudies

“Yep, that’s us. If one of the reindeer sprains a fetlock and can’t fly, that’s when we move in. Doesn’t happen often, though;  last time I went up was in ’73, and Ralph here doubles for Blitzen at shopping center openings.  That’s about it.”

Who knew Santa was so prepared, Paige?

Ugh. The Dreaded Holiday Pop-In

Yoohoo, anyone home? I brought you a fruitcake I made last year!

Hellooooo…? It’s Carl and Agnes! We have non-alcoholic eggnog, Brussel sprouts, and a hankering to sing carols!

Hey, uh, anyone home? Last night I accidentally ran over a grandma. Can I hide out at your place for a few days?

Stella, here! I brought over stuff for scrapbooking! Wow, your peephole is really dirty!

Anyone there? Maude just left me. For a Clydesdale. He pulls a one horse open sleigh or something. Can I come in and talk about it for a few hours?

Wait, that’s not a reverse peephole, right Julie C.?

This Just In: Runway Goat Couture 2010

Karl Lagerpelt debuted his new spring collection this week to mixed reviews. Not many will want to sport the Pippi Longstalking-like waves many of his models donned while prancing down the Carpathian-walk. However, come April, you better believe that turnip decorative barrettes will be all the rage.

Your goat’s too sexy for a tan, too sexy for a tan, so sexy he looks like flan, Liliana F.

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