Bedtime for Igor
"... and bless Dr. Fronk-en-steen, and the Monster, and Inga, and Frau Blücher, and Abby Normal, and..."
... and Susan B. [Plus all respect to Ellen van Deelen - Ed.]
"... and bless Dr. Fronk-en-steen, and the Monster, and Inga, and Frau Blücher, and Abby Normal, and..."
... and Susan B. [Plus all respect to Ellen van Deelen - Ed.]
WHO are the AD WIZARDS who came up with THIS ONE!?
ABsolute hilariousness from the folks who make this Samsung product. Creative uses INDEED!
GREAT WORK, Theo and Theo's friend who sent this to Theo!
As if freaking you out IN THE DARK AS A CHILD wasn't enough, here it is in real-life:
a Kit Kat!
Aieeeeeee! Paging Freddy Krueger!
According to the official Kit Kat Clock website (yes in all caps) "EVERY 3 MINUTES FOR THE PAST 70 YEARS... SOMEONE has purchased a Kit Kat Clock!"
MOMMY!
Don't let the 1920's 'stache and snazzy bow tie on the Kit Kat Klock fool you.
It WILL freak you out late at night when you're on your way to the bathroom.
My favorite part is this actual quote from the Kit Kat Clock website FAQ. What if I receive my clock and "I opened the box, and one or both eyes are floating freely?"
HOLY EYE STEM REPLACEMENTS!
Thanks, Liz S. [shifty eyes]
[Motioning you down a loooonnng, ridiculous hallway]
"And here are the more common muzzlepowshes... this beady-eyed stuffed pug was owned by a French Baron."
"Over there is my famous whisker collection..."
"Let me show you more, Alison F.! this way!" [More over at Etsy!]

Sender-inner Jennifer W. loved her pups Flossie (left) and Dougal so much, she shot them into space. Well, not for real, but with the help of Pets in Uniform, she put them in matching space suits, ready for blast-off.
"Everyone asks me how I got the dogs to pose so nicely," says Jennifer, "and how did I ever get them into the uniforms—they don't know they're photoshopped!" (Tip: You can tell from the pixels and from seeing a lot of Photoshops in your day.)
But it isn't just space suits; for a reasonable fee, Pets in Uniform will enlist your pet into any branch of the armed forces, as this sampling demonstrates:
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| Sgt. Hubert "Biff" Miffman, 101st Tennis-Ball Battalion |
Admiral Reginald Snarf-Bixby, Captain, HMS Redonkulous |
Jalea "El Gigante" Buñuelo, President-for-life, Spanielvania |
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| Cpl. Percival "Twitchy" Limpet, Specialist, Bomb Disposal |
Lt. Marguerite Flang, (position classified), Area 51 |
Sgt. Hank "The Tank" MgGuire, Drill Sergeant, Camp Hairball |
Later that evening, Rosalie lingered with Hector on the veranda. He was silent as usual, his lush brown eyes locked upon some distant horizon that only his heart could know. She had learned not to disturb these moods, but tonight she yearned more than ever to reach him.
"Please tell me what you're feeling," she whispered. As always, there was no reply, only the unblinking, haunted stare that masked untold heartbreak and madness. Her aching for him was greater now than she had ever known, and slowly, hesitantly, she lowered her face to him.
It was only a flutter at first, a brief sensation as her lips brushed against his, but it felt like forbidden fire coursing through her entire body. Drunk with passion, she pressed her mouth ever more urgently to his, desperately seeking some sign, some ray of hope that he hungered for her as well.
But there was no hint of validation from his warm yet unyielding eyes, and Rosalie felt her passion turn to anger. "Well, I hope you're proud ofth yourthelfth!" she blurted. "All thith thime I waitedth for you, praying thath you could thare my feelingth! And now, ifth you'll let go of my thounge, I'm leaving you fthorever!"
Pass the Kleenex, Molly C.

Prints of this shot available hee-yah.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Erica H., Clo G., Andrew C., Jon V., Quentin and Jessica D., and Marlene W.!
Horses by Julian Wolkenstein via Rachel Hulin and F-Stop Magazine, found by Chief Sister Ossifer!
... or are we just happy to see you? 2008 was a diverse year for Cats 'n' Racks™: Ferrets, waterfowl, stuffed animals, and even the occasional cat. And now, a little somethin' for the fellas:
Accessory Tip: A strategically-placed duckling can be very beak-oming ...
And finally, perhaps the most enchanting creature ever to grace these pages: Warm, inviting smile; eyes that sparkle like moonlight across distant waters ... and a really nice beav — No. No, I won't say it. I won't sully this vision of radiance and purity with such vulgarity.
Thanks for the mammaries, Jennie W., Brittany F., and (sigh) Sasha V.
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