Good Gourd, This is Ridiculous.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Which one of us would also make a great pie?”

Scaredy cats, Alicia M.

Look Yonder, Past Your Separation Anxieties, Carl

Witness the majestic landscape that surrounds us: The blue skies. The lush ravines. The deep, clear waters. Carl, the world is your oyster…so stop being such a damn barnacle!!!

Forwarded by Brinke G.

1-2-3 SQUIRRELS!

1…

2…

3…

SQUIRRELS!

Family gathering

Sender Inner Melinda M. was impressed by Labor Day Squirrel Family Photographer Joan G. and sent it in via the famous Marily T. over at National Geographic’s Intelligent Travel!

Take it from the top. Again.

Girls, you are NEVER going to make the Cheerios with this routine!!!

FROM THE TOP!

Sue Sylvester will be disgusted, Ed P.

Let’s Talk it Over at Dinner

Shirley, I don’t know what’s going on with us, but there just seems to be this…space between us.

Surely, they ingest, Jeanne.

Nobody is Immune – Especially the Embarrassingly Weak

As much as I try to resist it, the overwhelming urge just completely takes over, and before you know it, my right paw is in and I’m shaking it all about!

I wonder what happens when he hears “The Chicken Dance”, Dominique C.?

no words.

Look, I don’t exactly know what’s going on here, but I do know that you should prepare to have your mind blown. And I implore you to pay close attention at the :25 marker.

Fantastic Muppet-y find, Hamama.

The Following is a Ted Nugent-Free Zone

Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey.

Deer God, I hope that’s my mother behind me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who you callin’ a gazelle.

If someone would please remove these roller skates from my feet, I’ll get up and walk away gracefully.

I am much, much prettier than you.

What do you call this magical land where rubber duckies inexplicably fall from trees?

Sender-inner Emily B. writes: I’m working at a whitetail deer ranch this summer, and we’re bottle-raising all the doe fawns. So far we have 46 fawns on the bottle. They’re all incredibly cute, pushy, and they’re all named: The pictures of the fawn in the grass are of His Majesty, who we’ve been nursing back to health. He’s a spoiled brat, but he’s so small and fuzzy that he gets away with a lot; the staring one is Eowyn (she’s a little crazy); the two curled up next to each other are Diana and Wren; and finally, the brand spanking new baby is Clementine being licked clean by her mama, Trey.

Stranded at the Drive-In; Branded a Fool

While doing the yawn-move at a showing of “Arabian Nights”, Chuck overextended his welcome.

Forwarded by Amanda L. from here

Alien: The Cute Version

“Who’s a cute little chest-burster? Who’s just the cutie-patootiest unstoppable hostile chest-bursting little life form? It’s you, yes it is! Yes — it — eee-yizz!”

Even Ripley wouldn’t believe it or not, Cheryl L.

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