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Posted at 10:59 in Not Often Seen, Travel | Permalink
I'm showing this to my youngest just before he goes to bed.
April 18, 2016 at 11:15
He's saving up for the laser whitening, inasmuch as the zoo's dental plan only pays for routine cleanings.
R. Sherman |
April 18, 2016 at 11:42
What is my sister-in-law doing in Japan?
April 18, 2016 at 11:48
Brushing my mother-in law's teeth.
Twisted Root |
April 18, 2016 at 12:08
“So are you going anywhere nice on holiday this year…?”
April 18, 2016 at 12:53
Another coat of Varathane for Vladimir!
April 18, 2016 at 16:28
And for those who haven’t seen it, behold the whistling walrus.
April 18, 2016 at 19:29
I waited three minutes for the bald guy to get eaten alive. Didn't happen.
April 19, 2016 at 01:44
Reminds me of a SF story I read ages ago - (maybe by Piers Anthony?) - about a dentist who scores the job of treating a gigantic alien shark for toothache. A whole adventure entirely in the mouth of this alien shark's mouth. Ingenious little story.
April 19, 2016 at 06:32
I think that's real joy I can see.
April 19, 2016 at 10:16
That's the kind of equanimity needed in times like this. I may need to make that my home page.
April 19, 2016 at 11:54
Reminds me of a SF story I read ages ago - (maybe by Piers Anthony?) . . .
Yes, Piers Anthony and Prostho Plus.
May I have your name?
Go fly a kite.
Would you spell that?
Gee Oh. Eff Elle Wye. The A is for Algernon. Kay Eye Tee Eee.
April 19, 2016 at 19:18
...Diane Abbott MP visits the dental hygienist...
April 19, 2016 at 20:30
I guess Lena Dunham does care about good dental hygiene.
Mr. Saturn |
April 20, 2016 at 05:40
I just hope that walrus doesn't whistle at Ms. Dunham.
April 20, 2016 at 21:46
As O'Rourke puts it, "the proper name of the hippo is not 'river horse', but 'river first husband'."
April 22, 2016 at 05:41
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