I totally forgot today was a holiday. That happens when you don’t work regularly…or if you have the attention span of a goldfish. I love the cheese flavored ones. One is the loneliest number that you ever knew. I think gnu is a way better name than wildebeest.
…I’m off track again.
So because it’s a holiday and I’m depressed by the passing of summer, I’m just going to share two random things then run away to the park and soak up vitamin D until I’m a charred hunk of flesh.
First, here’s a man with cats hanging off of his face:
Second, here’s Cee Lo’s (oh how I adore him) latest video:
Now, my dear Interwebz, go forth and barbecue…after you check out the sad Labor Day craft monstrosity I found for today’s Craftastrophe, of course.
Have you seen this?
http://www.dogwork.com/catperch/
Also, I cannot see the word “gnu” without thinking of Gary Gnu. No gnus is good gnus.
I love you. That is all.
OMG, surely the first time her cat did that it scared the beJebuz out of her.
WHHHYYYY????!!!! That’s some shit!
Girl, I swear this blog is like going to Elly U! I’ve just completed Intro to Cee Lo, with honors and a new personal theme song! Cat Men and Their Effect on Social Norms I’m failing miserably though.
SO much to learn!
Elly- note that all of the Google ads in the side bar of Buggin Word (at least for today) are about finding Jesus. HA!
Where else can you find vaginas and Jesus all at once?
On second thought, don’t answer that.
I’m really curious about the vantage point of the cat hanging from his chin. The others I can sort of relate to.
I’ve heard of a Beard of Bees . . . but a Beard of Cats? What new fuckery is this? (as they say).
And love that video, LOL. Very catchy song! Now I’ll be singing it all day.
Does anyone other than Amy Winehouse say that? I know it’s wrong, but I love her, too. I want to marry her so I can have her last name.
The head with the pussies I don’t get. Love Celo from the below. Mmkay.
My cats are so unhelpful. Right now, one of them is putting his paw in the bottom of my husband’s empty water glass, trying to remove a piece of ice. He’s such a dick.
Actually, on second thought, those cats are all dicks, too. All cats enjoy spreading their dirty little litter-scratcher paws all over mouths and pillows and in water glasses.
subtract a cat, and you could say that’s my husband…
What a great song! But…all those wasted fries. Sigh.
Disturbing but I cant stop looking.
I often imagine myself a backup singer grooving like that. Told you there is a gap between reality and mental visualization. Fuck the gap!
is that one of those optical illusions?
“Observe carefully and see if you can find… cats on his face!!!”