BREAK OUT!

Well what’s this new feeling coming out of the streets
Everybody’s talking ’bout it wherever they meet.
Down by the corner I keep getting the heat


Then my feet start moving to the rhythmic beat.
Breakdancing
break out – breakdancing


break out.
They used to do the locomotion
do the jerk and the twist


But there just ain’t never been nothing like this.
Now popping and locking is a new way of talking


Things will work out for sure spinning ’round on the floor.
Breakdancing
break out – breakdancing
break out.


Hearts are pumping
beat if thumping
love’s the way you’re looking tonight


Fever’s rising
no surprises
we won’t have the time to fight.


Breakdancing
break out – breakdancing
break out.


Breakdancing
break out – breakdancing
break out. . . .


Breakdancing lyrics by Irene Cara. Sunbeam Kitten Breaker by Rebecca B. Best Breakdance song hovertexts by p3t3 on Metafilter.

The Ultimate Desk Accessory!

Get Keyboard Puppeh™, the perfect complement for your laptop or tablet! Comes with automatic One-Boop™ access — just boop the touch-sensitive nose to instantly load everybody’s favorite website!


Do they make a left-handed model, Eugenia?

Statuesque Beauty

Oh, my leetle rutabaga, why do you eeg-nore me? I loff you!


Just one kees, mah darl-leeng…


And if you think that was strange, the facts are stranger: This squirrel has become obsessed with this statue in a Russian suburb. Full story at the Daily Mail.

Dog Is My Co-pilot

It was 0700 hours when orders came down: After nightfall, we’d be bombing the enemy hydrants east of Wang Chung — over 60 miles into enemy territory.


I took one last look across the airfield. A lot of good men would be on this raid — men with wives, men with puppies. Some of them wouldn’t be coming back. It’s a fact every flyboy faces in Wawa Squadron. Death isn’t just your destiny, he’s your friend — the face in the mirror every morning, the hands tucking you in every night.


I could hear the great engines whining as they turned over. It was time to go. Doris stirred softly as I brushed her cheek. “Don’t wait up for me, honey,” I murmured.


Photos by Toronja Azul.

Artful Dogger

When Border Collies are too gifted:

“My latest pastoral masterpiece captures the subversive interpretation of canine pathos of duplicity and diaphanous tension revealing a multilayered genius that illuminates my uncontrollable obsession with herding those #@!! sheep into a pen! They refuse to stay within the lines!”

“Should I grow a goatee? Or would that be too avant garde dog?”

A brush with genius, Susan S.

Over My Dead Body

…98, 99, 100 push-ups!

C’mon Uncle Winston, let’s do another 100! One for each of your nose hairs!

Sally and Uncle Winston. Sender-inner Kathryn S.

Meanwhile, at Kyoto Municipal Field…

Welcome back, sports fans, to this tense game between the Tokyo Sumos and our own Kyoto Beagles. If you’ve just tuned in, you missed seeing the Beagles catcher completely flattened by a Sumo runner sliding into home. And so the Beagles have called a short time-out while a replacement catcher warms up in the bullpen…

Another quality foraged link by Ant.

A Tisket, A Tasket

Dear Aunt Gertrude: Things are good here, hope all’s well with you. Little Bess lost another tooth, and Jimmy made Eagle Scout. Oh, and our dog Gracie delivered a litter of puppies last week…

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Another quality foraged link by Ant.

Invasion of the Doggy Snatchers

The doggy snatchers always wait until their victims are asleep. There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s painless. It’s good. Come. Sleep.


Feel free to quake in terror, Michelle S.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Tuck in your corgis


Annie M. says it’s time for beds.

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