Roll over on command? Been there. Play fetch? Done that. Buddy here is beyond those cumbersome labor-oriented tricks and has moved onto more intellectual endeavors. Pondering the philosophical conundrums of this doggone world just happens to be one of his favorite pastimes. So, every now and then, he finds himself in a moment of great confusion . . .
That's right: a giant fortune cookie! And maybe a big, curvaceous bum, but that's only if I drag my mind down the gutter. Which is exactly what the following "nature shots" require: a filthy mind and a juvenile amusement with the nether regions of the human body. Hee-hee. (If super-sexy lawnscapes are more your thing, click here.)
I can dig a man in drag, I appreciate disheveled guys who don't care, but it's those metros that kinda bug me. The straight guy who cares too much about how he looks is a big turn off. As are these three-inch, cherry-red wedges from Fendi. Dudes — this is not a good look.
This guy from the Jonzun Crew must not have a skeleton, or maybe he's part jellyfish, because I don't know how he makes these moves! Most of us dance like Elaine compared to him.
Thanks, eBaum's World!
This cute doggie is so confused. He's hearing the distress calls from a little Scottish fold kitty (I swear to you I just saw this video yesterday!) and he wants to help, but he doesn't know how. It reminds me of the scene in Star Wars when Luke Skywalker is cleaning up R2D2 and the film image of Princess Leia projects out with the message, "Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope!" Only here, it's starring cute little animals! Gah! I'm dying.
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Nearly two decades ago, he was an ordinary white rapper trying to make a name for himself in the business and this homemade music vid was his ticket to fame — or it was supposed to be. Eighteen years later, the vid went viral on the Internet and our average (middle-aged) homeboy is now back to bank on his 15 minutes of fame. Denny Blazin' Hazen hasn't changed one bit. . .
What is the appeal of a flaming shot? I've never understood it. It seems to me that if you wanna get crocked, just choose the right alcohol, and you'll get all the danger out of that you can handle. Like, you might drop your only set of keys in the gutter, or hail a cop car thinking it's a cab. (Just hypothetical examples, of course.) Some people kill the flame first. Others choose to burn their lips while downing it. However you do it you don't want to follow this guy's example. . .
These out-of-control social networking sites have revolutionized the way young people meet, befriend, flirt, love, slander, and break up with each other. For the rest of us — shhh! — it's changed the way we get to spy on them. The four-part news feed below will tell you everything you need to know (and then some) about the rise and demise of Kevin and Jennifer's "wuv" for each other. In short, Amy — "that conniving witch" — couldn't keep her flirtatious pointer finger to herself, and it all went downhill from there. The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh?
I'm half-inclined to ditch the everyday rat race, find this sloth sanctuary in Costa Rica, and live in slow-mo for a while. Perfection much? But baby Taz demonstrates one small problem with taking one's sweet time — all the time. What to do when you have an itch that you're just too slow to . . . scratch?
Looks like someone hung this sign during happy hour!
Here are our Sign Language contest runners-up. "Luonge" was taken by Pugzilla; Lucky Bustert sent us the bathroom sign below; and Meatball sent the political signs. Thanks everyone!
