
The Fergusen Decatuplets, hogging the slide.

Looks like Superman is showing off again in his Superskivvies with filthy Superfeet, while the ghost of Charlie Chaplin hovers at the window. Some things even I can’t explain.

The Fergusen Decatuplets, hogging the slide.

Looks like Superman is showing off again in his Superskivvies with filthy Superfeet, while the ghost of Charlie Chaplin hovers at the window. Some things even I can’t explain.
She’s obviously tech support for Microsoft. (To be honest, I’d prolly be doing the same thing if I hadda work in a cubicle like that.)
Nancy Cartwright’s 2004 interview in Australia.
“I’m Bart Simpson, man. Who the hell are you?”

She’ll never finish it.
[That NomNomNom is from here.]

He’ll never finish it either.
[This NomNomNom is from here]
Folks– Seems this site gets a lotta hits from the TGIF posts. Our crack webminers have been instructed to tag sources, including .gif animations, so that we may give credit to the original authors. Some of our older posts remain un-tagged, so if any readers recobanize posts that ought to be rightly credited, please forward comments or links and we’ll give credit where credit is due.
For example, the original author of this .gif is in demand. I believe he’s in the U.K. and has a number of other excellent animations on his website… but the link has been lost, even though I looked behind the couch. Lemme know if you find it, and we’ll post it. —Bunk
[Update 27 Sept 08: Author found! Looky here.]

MagLev Bicycle For Sale 30% Off.

BrerRick emailed me about the lolferret post. Said that someone’s got, “Waaay too much time on their hands,” even though the post was of “Bosley,” a ferret owned by the Weasel, a mutual friend.
Well, bro, if you work efficiently and play efficiently, one can find oneself with enough time to pay the bills, do the laundry, feed the lolpossums and oil the cat, scour the shovel, and still have time left over to post utter absurdities on our favorite website.
Unfortunately, eating and sleeping is a necessary waste of time, kinda like having to put your pants on when you’re not going outside. Kinda like making your bed when it’s just gonna get messed up again. Kinda like surfing the internest for posts and limiting the search to the sites that already link to yours.
I can’t possibly have too much time, and neither can you. Always look through the mud for the rainbow in the windshield, or you might end up like her.
[Photo via Arbroath.]
Hadda spooler crash yesterday, prolly due to the heat, and we’re in the process of doctoring it. Meanwhile, here’s something to look at.
No, I don’t have her phone number. But ya gotta admit that she looks good in sepia. With muddy bunny ears. And beads. And, wait, there’s something about her teeth…