What manner of birds?
This is an OK blog because it is the inverse of lolcats: U.S. cats are retarded, whereas Russian cats are not.
-Pa-pa what manner of birds are they?
-Not birds my child, but vile couriers of fiery death, recite the family prayer and dream of a joyous reunion with mother.
You pose an interesting question, sitcat.
This is an OK blog because it’s where all those stupid lolcats live.
Maybe I blend in with the couch too well.
This is an OK blog because using animals as counters, tables and seat cushion holders never, ever gets old.
becuz baby’s favorite movie is Coyote Ugly.
This is an OK blog because the ignored responsibilities of childbirth are staggering.
Let's pizza ... ...together.....
This is an OK brog because, similar about My Mom is a Fob, it has a fun times when translations going towards the wrong.
Then let’s desert! [sic] Pizza Hut sign found in Macau.
Tapirs always fail to turn on the charm.
This is an OK blog because the writer hates animals. Probably kills kittens for sport.
Oh, Tapir. Tapir, Tapir, Tapir. I can’t possibly imagine what could be funny enough to forget that you are a giant pound of grayish black blubber with a cone head and a nose with nostrils so large if you zoom in on them they look like a monkey’s face. So you must be smiling like that because you think it’s going to make me like you.
Well, Tapir, it’s not going to work on me. Not today, NOT EVER. So stop following me with your nose, Tapir, PREHENSILE NOSES ARE FOR ELEPHANTS. Talk to me when you can conceive of altruism and make paintings, asshole.
My Mom is a Fob
This is an OK blog because Asian moms say the darnedest things.
My younger brother is off from high school this week (midwinter recess in NYC), so he slept in. Before I got back from class, my mom called me to say that my younger brother was going out, so she left him a note asking him to call her about his plans for the day—you know how Asian parents are.
Well I looked in his room but didn’t see a note, not in the hallway, nor in the kitchen. He eventually called her, and I eventually found the note. On the toilet seat cover.
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