Cute Overload :D
A gentle giant in an age of monsters, the Triceratops roamed the earth during the Late Cute-acious period. Although a peaceful plant-eater, Triceratops could be a fearsome adversary, thanks to its tough protective skull and its three lethal horns, which brought instant death to all who angered it… starting with the guy who glued them on in the first place.
“My dog has clearly had enough of my crap,” admits Redditor BIGMc_LARGEHUGE.
This was it, Henrietta thought. A fight to the death. It’s either him or me. Survival of the fittest. Two hens enter, one hen leaves. If I back down now, everyone at the henhouse will call me… dog.
Via Reddit.
Me: Northbound “L” train Thursday evening, trying to work on laptop. You: Two seats ahead, staring at me in distracting way. I moved to different compartment, you followed and kept staring. Changed trains twice, you still there staring. Would sincerely like to meet you, will be in front of Museo Regional de Magallanes, Punta Arenas, Chile, this Saturday afternoon. PS I may be delayed so keep waiting.
“Girl on this train was givin’ me eyes the whole ride,” says Redditor ShinglersLisp.
“(Sheesh, it never fails. I’ve got my duckie, I put on my favorite CD of ambient wind chimes and waterfalls, I get all comfy in the tub — and that’s when the phone rings.)”
“Max is having a spa day. I just received this from the vet,” says Redditor In4theKill.
If you’ll be watching the latest Avengers movie, be sure to stick around for the customary post-credits scene, in which Captain America and Hawkeye console a confused Bruce Banner, whose latest experiment to control his rampaging Hulk tendencies only leads to even stranger results.
Via Cute Emergency.
Problem? I ain’t got no problem, man. I can quit anytime I want.
“When I was done laughing and taking pictures, I helped him clean his beard,” says Redditor K1774B.
Shoppers who took a microchipped leaflet at London’s Westfield Stratford mall got a new friend: Barley, a shelter pup who would “follow” them from billboard to billboard. It was all part of a campaign for Battersea Dogs and Cats Home.
In recent years, there has been growing awareness of the so-called “Ex-Toon” movement. Centered around so-called “cartoon reparative therapy,” its supporters claim it can help cartoons abandon their so-called unnatural lifestyles and lead so-called “normal” lives. Claims so-called Dr. Cliff Fabulo of the activist group All Four Fingers, “cartoonism is fraught with peril: explosions, falling anvils, guns that go off when you look in them… we show cartoons that change is not only necessary, but possible.”
But not all are convinced. “We’re not bad, we’re just drawn that way,” claims Koko, spokesclown for ToonPride. “This therapy teaches cartoons to be ashamed of who they are, with tragic results. In extreme cases, cartoons undergo dangerous reality-reassignment surgery to appear more normal.” In this recent photo, Pluto meets a heartbroken Mickey Mouse for the first time since the procedure.
An autism service dog In training goes to Disneyland, via Reddit/Imgur.
MOOOOOOM, my body’s been invaded by hiccups! They’re crawling all over me! Get thee behind me, vile demons! (Oh, wait, I think they are behind me.)
… this look would be a catering company run by Hannibal Lecter.
… this look would be the Death Star, specially modified to launch more Death Stars.
…this look would be Miss Scarlett, in the library, with the revolver, and the lead pipe, and the wrench, and the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher, and the carton of angry hornets.
… this look would be a runaway freight train, a three-mile stampede of angry wildebeest, an army of enraged zombie clowns, the final chase scene from “The Road Warrior,” and twelve tons of flaming space debris all crashing at the same time into a nuclear waste storage facility outside of Pahrump, Nevada during an earthquake.
Via Pets Adviser.
