In the comments of a BBC article on Lance Armstrong:

'Indifferent cats in amateur porn' - totally NSFW and I can't link to it... I also need to say that anyone who's naked anywhere near a cat deserves a hospital stay for stupidity alone

The one of the cat trying to play with the bondage rope is outstanding.

If you watch the video (not at work!!) then you'll see the cat is an integral part of the plot. Someone is teasing the girl's pussy with a laser pointer:



Also that's not a bondage rope - it's the mains supply to the vibrator she has strapped to her.

Or was that not the scene you meant? I've not finished checking all 200 odd yet!

When I arrived at london heathrow last night, I heard an announcer state that the baggage from some flight was at Belt
Number 00, which was located next to 01!

I realised that when I saw the video, it looked a little different in the first picture.

I loved the not so indifferent dog gif.

HIGNFY

Host - Who's traditional working class?

Audience member - Rather!

This made me LOL today and no I'm not opening a political debate. It's just funny.

And from Twitter:
In the end, all a person can do is try to live their life in such a way that it doesn’t require 700 armed guards to protect their coffin.

I am doing really well on that score!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBx_CHcLC7E

God I miss the days where just about anything got made

Something a friend posted on Facebook entitled "A Mommy's World"...

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week. Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.
I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.
I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”

Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.