Monday, March 16, 2009

hop hop






Katherine,


I can't make it to your birthday party this weekend, but I wanted you to know that I hopped around Nikki's living room in excitement for your big day this weekend. I posed for these shots because I knew you would want to see me in my fat and furry glory.

Have a happy hoppity birthday!


Love,


Wesley Snugglesworth

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Daily Doggie Dose

Fat and Furry introduces: The Daily Puppy

The Daily Puppy is an online mecca for everything puppy. Forums, adoption listings, and of course mounds upon mounds of furry, photographic bliss.
This is Bobo the mixed breed. There is a new puppy featured every day that features stories and slew of photos, giving the featured puppies a story all their own.

You could almost call Daily Puppy the New York Times for puppy lovers. I recommend this site to anyone who isn't heartless.


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Fuck You, Blogger


There's this blog out there, which I guess can be categorized in the same genre as Fat and Furry. One exception, this fool is a major hater. The title of the blog is Fuck You, Penguin and the premise is to harp on small animals and tell them "what's what". He may have an unconventional angle that would knock the socks off Cute Overload's lightly coddled creature brigade, but for me, there is a reason why we speak of these fur-filled delights with an obnoxious sweetness.

The animals we all know and love aren't bothering anyone by just being their cute selves. It's like ragging on the popular girl at school because you're jealous of her looks. Well, show your face, man. I'd like to see just how cute you really are. You're probably heinous...an abomination of the human race. The only joy you have in life is to criticize little animals for being curious about things like broccoli or reprimand infant lemurs for hugging a teddy bear, assuming its his mother. 

Do these things really offend you? I bet you have a room full of animal clippings stained with blood on your bedroom wall. Small knives scattered around and make sacrificial offerings to yourself just so you can get away with animal murder.

You have taken a piece of my soul with the upkeep of this abhorrent blog. You should be ashamed. Get yourself a pet or rest in hell. 




Soft Soothsayer? You're a Groundhog!

It's old news by now that we're going to have 6 more weeks of winter (well, 5 at this point). What I'd really like to know is why we rely on the foresight of such a fatty mcblubber to predict this seasonal transition? This little guy can barely lift his arms. He is portly and absurdly disproportionate. Acknowledging that he even has a shadow is surprisingly more of a scientific certainty than meteorological prediction.

Sure, Groundhog Day makes for a great Bill Murray movie, but does anyone else other than the upstanding citizens of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania really give mention to this incredibly bulbous fat ball? 

Get the facts for a minute:This is a website that re-tells the real "history" of Groundhog Day.

This little fella is a plump ball of wrong. I don't trust him, but I sure do want to squeeze him.