Can It Be St. Puggy’s Day?

Can it? Because I’ve got my little hat and my light-up bow tie and I’ve had two beers already and I can say Irish things like “Top o’the shillelagh, Mother Mockery” and okay more like four beers and I know how to riverdance…

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Via DaPuglet.

You Weren’t Using That Foot, Were You?

Good, because it’s exactly the right shape for my muzzlepowche.

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“Close to the action. Lying on the chef’s foot during cooking,” says Flickr-er Adam Roscoe.

Perfect Binge-Watching Position

Oh, go ahead and laugh, but this totally works for me. Ears, pointing straight for the speakers so I don’t miss a word. Eyes, facing the screen at all times. Head, propped up so I can’t accidentally nod off. And now, time to watch all three seasons of “Doghouse of Cards.”

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“I think we adopted a kangaroo,” muses Redditor bigfootamp.

Dancing Cheek to Cheek

For the third straight year, Fred and Ginger Blipschatz took first place in the Pacific Northwest Wolf Pack Invitational Fox Trot Competition.

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Via Animal Planet.

Anyone Have a Tiny Little Jack?

I think I have a flat tire. Either that, or I am flat tired.

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“Apparently she lies like this naturally,” says Flickr-er Ross Harmes.

Pup, Pup, and Away!

“Yes, it is I — Krypto the Superdog! Defender of justice! Biter of mailmen! Even in the bitter cold of winter, Evil never rests, and so I remain ever vigilant for… HARK! A call of distress! This looks like a job for…

“Oh, crap — I’m frozen to the railing.”

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Via Reddit, from which I also shamelessly stole my headline.

And Here We Are In Waikiki…

The weather was just perfect the whole time, wasn’t it, Stanley? I swear, it was so romantic, we were like a couple of teenagers again!

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Via Reddit.

The Legend of Skippy

The story goes way back, they say, to the days when this city was just a humble mining town. Little Timmy Johnson had fallen down the mine shaft where they stored all the TNT, nitro glycerine, blasting caps, gelignite, sulfuric acid, roman candles, sparklers, plus 24 quarts of diet cola and a case of Mentos.

None of the good townfolk knew what to do. Should they lower a rope, go in after him, or keep making thoughtful muttering noises? But Timmy’s dog Skippy weren’t having any of that. Quick as a wink, he grabs a torch in his mouth and dives down into the shaft. And that was the last they ever saw of Skippy. Or Timmy. Or the town. And that’s how we came to be known as Craterville.

Now, some folks say you can still see Skippy, chasing through the clouds, looking for his master. Buncha nonsense, if’n you ask me.

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Via Reddit.

Useless Pointless Cuteness

Pug Washes Your Monitor: Here, let me get that for you… Wait, now this bit’s smeared over here… Oh, and now there’s some drool over here… Dang, this is harder than I thought… (Requires Flash)

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Cat Bounce: Pick ’em up, watch ’em bounce! Hours of amusement! Guaranteed to break the ice at parties! (Requires Flash)

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Koalas to the Max: Use your mouse to divide the circles until you see a picture of a koala. This is the most work you will ever do to see a picture of a koala.

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Found via The Useless Web.

But I’ve Never Been to Costa Rica!

C’mon, whaddya say? There’s plenty of room for me if you ditch those shoes. Heck, you’ll only need the sandals anyway. And then you can stow me away in the stowaway compartment — that’s what it’s there for, right?

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“She wanted to come too,” explains Redditor loz_brewer.

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