Well, what would you call them? Pussy purses? Persian sacks (they ARE pretty hairy). A loathesomely miss-shapen by-product of the unhealthy tendency among the narcissistic childless towards cloying anthropomorphism and blithe possessiveness?
Or you might call them “cute.” In which case I don’t even want to KNOW you.
from fourfour
William Shatner sings to whales.
Don’t ask me. I just blog this stuff.
So, is that what you call a podcast?
It’s Santa vs the Babby Jeebus in the fight of the … duplennium? Sumthin’ anyway.
The world watched in horror today as a frustrated reporter chucked a shoe at US President George W. Bush, narrowly missing. He should have known you don’t grow up in a house run by Barbara Bush without being able to duck lightning-quick. Indeed, ducking is probably his greatest skill.
Here’s the shocking video footage:
via Greg Fenton of Nexj which I shamefully admit I don’t know how to pronounce.
Phen-tun?
You can watch this (PG- if not R- rated) video of Barbie‘s existential crisis and just somehow KNOW that this girl has a sad Livejournal with Evanescence on autoplay.
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