Laundry Mountain Blues

[blues licks, y’all] Dah dwee da dump.

I woke up this mornin’ (dah dwee da dump)
And went back to sleep (dah dwee da dump)
Cause starin’ right at me (dah dwee da dump)
This big wrinkled heap (dah dweedle da dump) (etc.)

Twenty tan and black towels
Just a pile o’ wet fuzz
One little pink sock
Told me right where I was…


I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby (back in the washroom, baby)
I’m in the washroom, baby, face down on the flo’
(dah dwee da dump, dah dweedle a dump, dah dwee-aah)
And Miss Miranda H. Mama…
(all stop for a four-count)
…She don’t need me no mo’

[harmonica outro, repeat chorus, big finish]

Um, Why Is My Lunch Eating My Lunch?

In an amazing series of photos, a fearless rat stared down a mighty leopard–and the leopard blinked.  While the puzzled cat sniffed and watched, the rat helped itself to the leopard’s steak dinner.  Be sure to read the full story at the Mail Online.




I’ve had nightmares like this before, John L. (I’m always the leopard.)

Oh, Red-and-White Stripey Object…

…thank you for being my soulmate. Before you entered my life, I’d tried them all: Round jingling thing that hides under the sofa, pink squeaking porcine animal replica, black clacking object that joins papers at one corner (actually, you really want to keep your tongue away from those things)…

Avalanche Loves Catnip

But they just don’t understand me the way you do, my diagonally alternating friend.  And that’s why this time it’s — dare I say it? — really love.  I love you more than any cat’s ever loved a hastily-manufactured red-and-white stripey cloth bag.


That’s some serious sandpaper on that tongue, Nancy H.

Your Guide to Evil Marketing

Lesson Twelve: When confronted with a truly challenging sales assignment, such as a Ponzi scheme, or cans of chemical-laced swill, the savvy marketer will reach for his secret weapon: The cute puppy.


Simply by placing a cute puppy in your advertisement, you will reduce the brains of your readers to a quivering puddle of Tapioca, rendering them helpless to your diabolical suggestions.


Musssssst … haaaave … Pepsi, … Amber S.

I love, I love my calendar squirrel

You must have eet!!!

I love, I love my calendar squirrel
Yeah, sweet calendar squirrel
I love, I love, I love my calendar squirrel
Each and every day of the year.

It's no rocket pop but it will do.

Cute Overload Page-a-Day and Wall calendars NOW AVAILBUHLS. Licking Squirrelio Iglesias sent in by Zarina M. Lyrics are a blatant rip-off of ‘Calendar Girl’ by Mr. Neeeeeeeeeeeeeil Sedaka!

I shall leek/nom you

It’s hardly my fault, you’re just scrumptious! [Forehead nibblage]

THAT is a thorough forehead cleaning, Ava, Nibbles and Sender-Inner Don A.

Ready for his Xtreme Close-Up

Pup “Brody” is ready for his close-up.

He powdered his schnozzle and everything. Check it: [roll music]


Brian V. has many, many more glorious shots over at Flickr-oonie-poonie

Incoming leeckings!





I barely survived, Vicki P.! [wiping brow]

I’m suuuuuure this is what Carly Simon er, Abe Vigoda had in mind

…when she he wrote this song.  For the Captain and Tennille.  Seriously.  I bet you did not know that.

A Great Dane Lick-a-thon.

Eye roll, Jamie M.!

The Oook of Love Is In Your Eyes

‘Allo, bah-bee… Do not be afraid, mah darleeng. Zis love, she ees beeger zan zee both of us… First, you must cleek zee button to begeen zee make-out muzeek, an’ zen we commence wees zee making of zee out, non?

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