This is a Blue Footed Boobie. That come like this.
Styling.
He makes it to my Funny Friday installment uncontested this week.
Admire him in all his glory.
He’s looking at you like, “Yeah? What?”
This is a Blue Footed Boobie. That come like this.
Styling.
He makes it to my Funny Friday installment uncontested this week.
Admire him in all his glory.
He’s looking at you like, “Yeah? What?”
So, did a taxpayer-funded grant go to this silly and super-obvious study on feline psychology?
Did you know this already?
I LOVE the cat profile pictures, too!
Cold as ice.
(Except the dark one on the right who looks to be planning something.)
Hope you have a fun Friday filled with good humor and a lovely weekend, too.
If you are American, Happy Independence Day!
Here’s what happened when Mr. Malcolm’s kindergarten class was on a field trip and found a wizard.
(share it if you like it!)
Welcome to Funny Friday.
Today, we are featuring t-shirt madness. (Caution: This photo may be more creepy than funny.)
What’s the craziness t-shirt you’ve ever worn?
My son has this same t-shirt, but he never thought of “bizzaro twinning” with our dog Luna.
This guy has scared away every girlfriend right after she realized this was going on.
Today’s Funny Friday is a treat.
Comedian Jim Gaffigan likes a lot of the same thing I do:
• Sleep
• Hammocks
• Breakfast in Bed (because it combines sleeping and eating)
• Bacon
• Talking about funny things the whole family can enjoy together
But, unlike Jim, I really enjoy camping.
It’s not because it’s comfortable. Jim’s right–it’s hardly that.
No, I like camping because I can get to seem like I’m getting out of my neighborhood for a legit reason instead of looking like I’m trying to run away. Camping helps me not feel guilty about about leaving to live somewhere else for a while.
Every single time, 3-4 days of camping is preceded by spending a 3-4 days of packing, just so I can go to another location and start feeling too hot, too cold, bug bites, a continual film of filth on my entire body, the wrenching pain of back spasms from the popup camper mattress I like to call “The Devastator”, and all towels feeling damp no matter what, I still have to talk myself into coming home again. (Then it’s 1-2 days of cleaning things, washing clothes, and unpacking.)
Nevertheless, Jim is correct, camping, as a concept where you pay actual money to leave your home and feel less comfortable, is admittedly quite odd.
Jim’s reflections on this and the other topics in this video made me laugh out loud. Enjoy!
He’s written a few books too.
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