One, please.

Thanks.

[Pic via fuckyeahdementia.com via izkyoot.tumblr.com.]

Another December Friday.

Getting chillier outside.

Regardless, it's a Fuck You Friday.

Listen, this is important. Don't fuck up Christmas for your cat.

Follow these important guidelines from pusheen.tumblr.com:

And if you dress up your pet (or any other animal for that matter) in Christmas clothing: fuck you. Seriously. There's no fuckin' excuse. Fuck you.

(Via Matt via the adorable pusheen.tumblr.com with an assist from Edgar.)

It's awesome.

Except when sometimes it goes wrong.

From the Tumblr account of Yuko Ota, one of the two behind the mighty webcomic Johnny Wander:

Cricket yawning. Photoshop doodle.

When the kitten yawns, she looks positively fiendish. I am not kidding, the face she makes straddles the line between disturbingly cute and disturbingly otherworldly. Do cats usually not close their eyes when they yawn? I think Rook closes his eyes when he yawns. Maybe Cricket is some sorta changeling.

Cats' yawns take up their whole head, their whole face.

The Deftones knew that. Hence what was on the cover for their 1995 single "Bored."

Here's the video for that song.

And the next time a cat yawns near you... watch.

Do you know what today is? Do you know what today means?

It's the first of the month. It's the first of November.

So, that means it's HAPPY LRRNNN DAYYYY!

CELEBRATE! WITH! OTTERS!

Lrrnn is more awesome than you can comprehend.

Yes, she is. This is her day.

Celebrate.

(Photos via carinbondar.com and thefeaturedcreature.com.)

This is a Friday.

Today is a Friday.

That means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Grace demonstrates what that means:

Now that -- that -- is what you call contempt.

(For Kath.)

In 2002 I won this huge plastic Made-In-China cup out of a claw machine at a Denny's in Bakersfield, CA. I won it on my second try by grasping the cup's handle with the claw.

On 2001/09/11 I was woken by a phone call from my roommate's girlfriend. She said turn on the TV. We did. I remember all my adrenaline dumping into my blood. My heart raced. I didn't understand what was coming through my eyes into my brain.

Now, ten years later, the United States Of America is a crippled nation with two wars depreciating everything that was good about it pre-9/11.

Who invades the wrong country? Who even does that? It reflects poorly. Very poorly. And should be remembered as such.

For now, we still have a cup to drink out of. And time to turn things back towards a more positive course.

(Photos via 9freepictures.com and dogpuppieswallpapers.blogspot.com.)

A Friday like any other.

And that means it's a Fuck You Friday.

Today, it's about these apples and... you'll see:

Fuck yes. Fuck those apples.

Or as I might image the kitty thought: "Fuck. FUCK YOU. FUCKYOUAPPLES! FUCK YOU APPLES. FUCK. Fuuuck. Fuck! Fff. Fuck. FUUUCK! Fuckin'... Fuh. Fuck."

Fuckin' apples.

(Video via YouTube user ignoramusky.)

Nom.

(THX LL! Photo via baniak via therotund via xtakotsubox via notquiteapinup.)

UNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!

You.

You, little one. You are Living Right.

(This is for all those who find bed to be their natural habitat, like Samuel Clemens and the curly-haired girl. This wonderful photo came to me via ZWN via juliasegal.tumblr.com via swampdonkey28.tumblr.com.)