With that mini ear-to-head ratio AND yawing action, this pup might start a cute vortex in the time/space continuum we’d be unable to close.

Amy O., don’t get sucked in!

Did you hear?! First she did the walk of shame, then she passed out in a slipper!!! OMG!

Jessica P. don’t let any of the blogs know!

Guys, guys, lookit!  I got the big head, with the long nose thingy!  Wait, I’ll make the funny noise: Phhheeeaaaauuuuuuummmmpf! Hey, somebody throw me a peanut!

Peanut!  Because I’m an elephant, ya get it?  Guys?  Where’d everybody go?

Shot and submitted by Tod B., who was sooo in the right place at the right time.

Were they a sparkly, shiny, impossibly perfect shade of green?  If so, “Soupie” is using them for eyes, and you can’t have them back, so neener.  But what you can have (and you may want to take a step back, lest the cuteness knock you clean out of your cubicle) is the jaw-dropping, heart-stopping power of the…

CUTE OVERLOAD ULTRA-EXTREME EYE, NOSE, AND TINY TOOF-HANCE!

Photo by Ryan F., submitted by Janna V.

First of all,  just looking around in here, I can tell that I’m gonna need the 12-quart stock pot. It will run you about 600 bones, but I don’t want to hear it. Oh, don’t give me that look – I’ll have my sous chef wash out the pot.

Second, what’s with the beans? Don’t get me wrong, I’m brilliant, so I’ll be able to whip up something exquisite for your guests, but where’s the veg? Would something a little leafy in the pantry kill you? And don’t get me started on your electric cook top. I don’t know how you expect me to cook in these conditions.

Joan of Arc Spicy Chili Beans, Kate O.?

Seriously, I’m so organized, it’s scary:

• I always wash myself in a set pattern (right leg, left leg, right arm, left arm);
• I sort my dead mousies by length, then by color, then by tail-to-torso ratio;
• I sleep in the same sunbeam every day, using a weighted algorithm factoring seasonal solar variance against known shade points to determine each day’s optimum floor position and angle of exposure.

So why do people keep saying I’m disorganized?

I dunno, Pam W., just a feeling.

You get a nice look, guy? You get a big ol’ eyeful? You trying to get her name? Well, her name is Mine, understand? Why don’t you just step off before I peck your face in, a’ight?

Penguins wearing wife beaters and black chains are always trouble, Sarah W.

Day 17:  I have established base camp at the foot of the treacherous south face, whose sheer, forbidding vertical surface has claimed many an explorer before me.  With the monsoon storms just days away, I must make every precious minute count as I inch my way to the fabled Ceiling of Coyolxauhuiehecatl — and history.

I claim this post in the name of Erin C.!

… and so, Mabel settled down in the straw and enjoyed the new scarf her older brother had given her.  But still, her brother’s knowing smirk filled Mabel’s mind with troubling questions.  For instance, why was she dressed just like a baby?  And why was there a baby dressed just like a lamb earlier that week?  But these doubts paled next to the most worrisome question of all…

Was this scarf knitted from someone I know?

Spotted at the Bendigo Sheep and Wool Festival in Victoria Australia by kelebek.  More here.

I warned you I was allergic to that shampoo, but did you believe me?  Oh no, not you, think you know everything, don’t you?  Well, now my face is melting, so let’s hear your clever idea for fixing that, Vidal Buffoon!

Your “Gary” has the (echo effect) Jowls of DESSS-tiny, Heather Y.