Chocolate beaver is available for sale right in broad daylight on Robson Street! It’s really quite brazen the way they pose in the window, hoping to entice some passerby in a moment of weakneses to give in to his baser instincts!
photo by April Smith, intrepid Fearless photographer
Well, this is interesting. Okay, it’s not: it’s just weird and hilarious, both inadvertently AND advertently. And filthy.
So you know why it’s here.
via Irina Slutsky
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
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?
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