“Mom? Aren’t there supposed to be fences and stuff to keep the dinosaurs in?”
I’ll be hiding in the rest room, Sharon H. It’ll be safe there.
Meanwhile, in Jurassic Park…
Impending Doom
Get Hammered
Statues, man. Gotta love ’em. Hundred years ago, some fancy-pants artiste carved this, and then a bunch of stuffed suits unveiled it, and now here I am poopin’ on it. That’s what attracts us pigeons to statues: the ability to deliver poetic justice on a daily basis. You can fly right up to ’em, do whatever you want to ’em, and they can’t do nothing back.
Red Panda Attack!
(I don’t know how to explain this feeling… Everything seems normal and peaceful, and yet… I have this strange feeling of impending doom…)
Via the Cincinnati Zoo on Facebook. Submitterated by Claire S., who wants more red pandas on this site!
Wolfie Has a Word of Warning
(Look, I don’t have that much time so just listen. I just saw the cat come out from under your car with a pair of scissors and what I’m pretty sure was brake fluid on his paws, so you’d better check your brakes before aaaaaaand he’s right behind me, isn’t he?)
