Don’t tell Ernie, but someone zapped his favorite tubbie toy (or our mascot) with the Giganto-Ray and sent it on a goodwill tour. Hatched by Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman, this 9.5m tall by 11m long rubber duck has been spotted in Europe, Japan, and Brazil. More photos here, and don’t miss the video below.
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Rubber Duckie, You’re So Huge
Caveat Emptor.
You’d be surprised to learn how many people don’t do their research before buying a hybrid. Sure, they think they’re doing the environmentally-responsible thing, plus they’ll save money on gas. A win-win, right? Well, if they ever bothered to take a look under the hood to actually see what’s powering their hybrid, they’d realize that the amount saved on gas, won’t compare to the cash spent on walnuts. And the heckling. My God, the heckling…

“Well what the hell were you expecting? You think this thing runs on rainbows and unicorn tears?”

“Do I’s come to your office and go lookin’ under your desk? If you want to get to work before lunch, I suggest you close that hood then back away real slow. Oh, and if you want Zuko over there to stop chewing on your air filter, then you best bring the nuts. I ain’t gonna ask twice.”

“Lady, honest to God, if you don’t stop starin’ at me with that gaping mouth from behind that wheel, I’m gonna bring in the squirrels.”
I hope your stowaways made the transition from car to yard quite nicely, Tammy G.
I love, I love my calendar squirrel
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.
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!
Now, For Some Reason, a Snow Leopard
Woke up this morning and thought: “You know what I’d really like to see? A baby snow leopard. That’s what I’d like to see. A snow leopard would be awesome.”
No special occasion, really–just in the mood for a snow leopard, for some reason. You know what they say: When you gotta have a snow leopard, you gotta have a snow leopard. I’m just saying, that’s all, hum dee dumm, loot de dooo…
Oh look! There’s video, too! Wait for the squeak at the end!
Photos and video by Tambako the Jaguar.
IT’S CALENDAR TIME!
[Throwing you up against the wall]
IT’S CALENDAR TIME, BITCHES! But this time, there are two formats!
PAGE-A-DAYand WALL CALENDARS!
OMG!!! Check out the Desktop one!
Here’s what pages look like inside! You get to tear a page off a day and throw it, in paper airplane format, at your nearest co-worker!
And the wall calendar looks like this!
Here’s what it looks like inside! Here’s August!
Here’s May!
And if you thought you’d only see twelve measly photos on the wall calendar, you’d be wrong! You’ll see pictures in the days too! Check this details action OUT:
Which will you choose!? Desktop or wall? Desktop or wall? Act now and we’ll send you a Slap Chop! We can’t do this all day! Now selling WHEREVER CALENDARS ARE SOLD!
Page-A-Day Calendar!
Amazon!
Barnes and/or Nobles!
Calendars.com!
Powell’s!
Wall Calendar!
Amazon!
Calendars.com!
Find an Indie Bookstore!
Indiebound!
You must have eet. (Obviousleh.)
Friday Haiku: Shell We Dance?
WHAT! It’s comforting!!!
Sweatuews!
Kittens in sweateuws!
Sweateuws on Kittens!
Feelin’ comfy!
Comfy-Feelin’!
Meanwhile, check the curly ‘tocks!
‘Tocks, curlin’ check it meanwhile
I hate my sweatuew!
I hate my sweatuew!
Self-described Sender Inner “Mandi C.” is a “knitter” and says “I just finished knitting this sweater for a co-worker’s baby. I decided to try it on my cats. Westley-the orange cat purred the whole time he had it on. I had to fight the black cat Horus to wear it.” Ahnnn.
Wear Him Off, Keyboard Cat!
Now that Keyboard Cat is ready to play itself off to the Dusty Shelf of Internet Memes (say hello to Numa Numa Kid, won’t you?), relive its glorious fifteen minutes in the “Three Keyboard Cat Moon” t-shirt, a parody of the “Three Wolf Moon” t-shirt, thus cloaking your torso in an endless self-referential vortex of kitsch.
One Wife’s Private Torment
I’d heard about them on “Oprah,” and some of the girls down at Marcelle’s Salon made jokes about them, but nothing prepared me for the day my husband told me he was … a plushie.
“It’s just something I have to do,” he said, “it’s part of who I am.” I tried to accept it, but the thought of Bob fantasizing about plush animals, even dressing up as one? It all seemed so weird. But with patience and counseling, we worked past our pain, and now our marriage is stronger than ever.
Thank you so much for sharing, Judy H.


























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