Synchronized Smiling

“… Aaaand, one-two-three, grin-two-three… C’mon, ladies, work that smirk!

Photo credit: sakanami

Life Episode 4: Blorp

This second to last episode of Life, you will see some Blorp-tastic, sticky-eye-balled fish called “Mud Skippers”. They like to walk on land, breathe air, and shovel mud out of their houses with their moufs. They also make excellent mud wrestlers. Enjoy!

See more of Life here! [Say in Sir Oprah Attenborough voice]

Hey You Guyths!

[Smiling] Let’s bike down to the store for popsicles!!!

Sent in by Dustan B. at Varmints Pet Sitting Agency in Blacksburg, VA.

The Year in Cute, 2009

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

A Fish Tail

Frankly, I don’t get the appeal.  They just sit there in a boat, dangling a piece of string in the water.  They say it’s relaxing and all, but I don’t wanna relax!  I wanna run, jump around — you know, dog stuff — but instead I’m stuck here staring at this water for hours.  And I haven’t even seen one fish.  Not.  One.  Fish.

And to top it all off, my tail hurts for some reason.

Well, who wouldn’t want to nibble a cutie like that, Susan S.?



According to Sender Inners Lan and Heather T., these are Bubble Eye Goldfish, taken and COEX Aquarium in Seoul, South Korea. “We haven’t named it yet, but I think we’ll leave it you at CuteOverload. You can think up of way cuter names than we ever could. It’s of the same fish, and the 2nd photo is after it ran into something sharp and got deflated. It’s not hurt. It just re-inflates itself after a while.”

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I Am The Magical Lumpfish!

… and you caught me fair and square, so I shall grant you three wishes! But (gasp!) if I could offer a suggestion (wheeze!), and far be it from me (choke!) to influence what I’m sure (urk!) must be a challenging decision (harrgh!), but you might want your first wish (aaack!) to be for a fish tank, (hurrp!) maybe a bucket of water…

Photo by Tobi M., who assures us that the little feller swam safely away afterward.

The Neighborhood Will Never Be the Same

Willard and Wanda Worrywart were, perhaps predictably, two nervous nellies to be begin with. Willard often compulsively paced in circles, while Wanda fretted over the smallest disruptions.

The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

But in recent days, the Worrywarts often found themselves on the verge of suffering full-blown panic attacks. Their mental states were deteriorating, and Willard was especially affected.

I know I'm not a big prayer, Cod, but if you could help me, I'd appreciate it.

It was their new neighbor; he was bizarre, and frankly, terrifying. It was like living in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

When googly eyes aren't cute.

They had no one to complain to, so they were forced to endure the daily harassment. Neither Willard nor Wanda knew how long they’d last. But they knew one thing for certain: When they woke up, he would be there.

Call me Brimley and prepare to die.

Call some therapists, Vicki C. and Regina C.

Friday Haiku: Outta the Pool, Fool

Fish are friends, not food
But frankly, felines and fins?
Far from a fine fit


Tanks a million, Maria N.

Sea Biscuit! Go on, Boy!

Sea Biscuit!

Go on! Back to the ocean! Go on!


GO Sea Biscuit!!!


Mer-Spaniel “Charlie” brought to you by Erin L.


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