(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever. The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off. I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)

That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.
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(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever. The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off. I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)

That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.
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You get a nice look, guy? You get a big ol’ eyeful? You trying to get her name? Well, her name is Mine, understand? Why don’t you just step off before I peck your face in, a’ight?

Penguins wearing wife beaters and black chains are always trouble, Sarah W.
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A while back, Meg featured some orangumazing photos of Suryia and Roscoe, the orangutan and hound-dog buddies. Now, thanks to sender-inner Marilyn T., you can see the heartwarming story of how they met. On your mark, get set, awwww!
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NOM-VEMBER!*
OK, it was frakking close, we can celebrate both.
This is the Overload afterall. BRING IT ON!
Thanks for finally making a call, Sarah L. (who’s never met a Vervet monkeh she didn’t like) *As of press time, ‘Nom-vember was barely squeaking by at 49%, People!
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It’s called “Delirious,” essence of rotting leaves with just a hint of dead squirrel. The saleslady at Macy’s spritzed me with some, and I just had to have it!
Eau de humanity, Micah C.
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Winnie the Pig had a date. A hot date. It was his first in weeks, and since he wasn’t about to go and blow it, he had to make sure everything was just right. So obviously, he brought in reinforcements:
Listen, if it was your intention to bathe in Drakkar Noir and possibly kill your date with cheesiness, then you exceeded expectations. I mean, I think my nose may have stopped twitching.

Here’s the thing: It looks like Arthur Fonzarelli took a greased comb to your hair, and yet it doesn’t occur to you to pluck a nose hair? It’s surprising considering they’re practically hindering your eyesight.

Here’s to the partnership, Maria L.
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Schnozzle to Schnozzle, on a Sunday. Schweet.
Don’t make me say “Schnozzhance” because you know I will:
Stephanie M. I like to think there are tiny Z’s co-mingling, coming from each of their noses
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On their quest to find endangered ani-pals, BBC zoologist and reporter Mark Carwardine get entangled with a frisky parrot. Hilarious hijinks ensue!
“Indeed, Suh.” (Say in Stephen Fry Jeeves and Wooster voice)
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He was there, and I here. Everyday. My mind was on him. Constantly.
Do you miss me?
My master, he could do no wrong. My unconditional love was infinitely unambiguous.
Unquestionably so!
Would he always be mine? Time would tell…

There are many loves, but only one obsession: Canine Klein’s Obsession.
Ahh, the smell of it, Aubrey A.
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Samantha and Honey Bear, sittin’ in a tree!
Kay-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye-Enn-GEE!
First comes love, then comes marriage,
Then comes a baby in a baby carriage the blood-curdling screams of AGONY at the razor-sharp claws of a godless KILLING MACHINE!!!1! AUUUGGGHHH!!!
Snorgling machine is more like it, Samantha B.
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