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Shaved pussy

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:54:00 +0000

The real meaning of courage

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:49:00 +0000

What is courage?

Is it to fight a bull in a bullfight?

Is it to drive a Formula 1 car?

Is it to fly a fighter in combat?

Is it to practice free falling parachuting?

Is it bungee jumping, wild water rafting?

Is it to gamble your salary on a coin toss?

Is it to insult the doorman in a bar?

Is it to insult your boss?

Is it to go on a defective ferris wheel?

Bullshit!! Those are nothing!

This, my friends, is true courage!

The sure way to know your woman's mad

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:43:00 +0000

Stingray migration

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:32:00 +0000

Mass Migration of Stingrays
Looking like giant leaves floating in the sea, thousands of Golden Rays are seen here gathering off the coast of Mexico . The spectacular scene was captured as the magnificent creatures made one of their biannual mass migrations to more agreeable waters. 3D4>Gliding silently beneath the waves, they turned vast areas of blue water to gold off t he northern tip of the Yucatan Peninsula .

Sandra Critelli, an amateur photographer, stumbled across the phenomenon while looking for whale sharks. She said: 'It was an unreal image, very difficult to describe. The surface of the water was covered by warm and different shades of gold and looked like a bed of autumn leaves gently moved by the wind.

Full-proof child-proof drawers

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:12:00 +0000

OMG! This is so cute.

Bravery comes in all shapes and sizes

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:10:00 +0000

Some animal funnies

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:06:00 +0000

I will never complain about my kids again!

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:57:00 +0000

All parents out there who have ever griped and moaned and groaned about not being able to get your kids to eat their peas or clean their room or do the dishes - stop! STOP NOW! Things can always be worse....much worse.......

What's in your pets' minds

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:44:00 +0000

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...

Day 983 of my captivity...My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ..

Because we all need a little love sometimes

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Possibly the most morbid and odd chair ever

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 16:15:00 +0000

Who in their right mind would want to sit in this? Creepiest thing I've seen for a while.

I'm sure glad my daughter never wanted hores

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:26:00 +0000

Forget kids saying the darndest things, what about what they write?

I've changed my mind, I don't think I want to learn to ski

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 03:07:00 +0000

How to tell you're not your mom's favorite

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:06:00 +0000

Yeah, I've had those kinds of days too!

Isn't it about time?

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 18:47:00 +0000

This is just so wrong

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:07:00 +0000

I'm so going to buy one of these to pack in my husband's lunch box for work. Ha ha. It's so wrong but so dang funny. Just in case you're curious, it's called a Banana Bunkerand it's a real product being sold as a lunch box companion to keep your bananas unsquished.

Yeah, someone is actually making money off that.

If you build it, they will come

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:56:00 +0000

Look closely at the bridge. Those are elk crossing on their own special bridge crossing in Canada. It had to be built because that was where the animals' natural crossing was and after the highway was built there were far too many accidents.

That's what I call living in peace and harmony.

Be honest, wouldn't you love Spam gifts for Christmas?

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:02:00 +0000

I'm one of those people who isn't completely disgusted by Spam. I never buy the stuff because no one else in my house likes it, but I don't have an aversion to it myself. I will say that I don't like it enough to get gifts based on it, how about you?

Watch out or Ninja Cat will get you

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 01:01:00 +0000

This video seriously has more suspense than most of the new horror movies I've watched.

It's okay to laugh

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 02:10:00 +0000

Poor little Gracie couldn't help but see what was in the tree. It's okay to laugh, she was fine once they took a chainsaw to the tree.

I fully trust my rock

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 02:06:00 +0000

Understatement

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:49:00 +0000

Is this the best time to confuse people?

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 23:24:00 +0000

I think this is just cruel and unusual punishment and I think the bastards who did this are probably having a good laugh about it.

The world of fashion if my 10-year-old designed dresses

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 21:32:00 +0000

This is real fashion. Nothing like whimsical I suppose. I don't think it's probably meant to actually be worn, but it's awful fun to look at. More photos here.

A nice little grab

noreply@blogger.com (Bloggin' Momma) — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:34:00 +0000

Wow, talk about ballz. This guy got caught copping a feel at an Ireland World Cup celebration.