is how I mis-read this headline at first. But it still made perfect sense to me.

OHMIGLOB. They are so small! Teeny pocket elephants. For pockets. EEEEI!
Also! Mark, your sweetheart is totally right (at least, about baby elephants). The time I saw a baby elephant IRL I started snort-crying. Because of it's tiny wrinkly trunk and because I am bad at having emotions.

I don't mean to be all toe-shamey. But guys? Has Melissa Joan Hart got like, incredibly long toes? Or are her shoes too small? Or jut weirdly proportioned? Is it could just be a patent leather thing? Or the angle? Is that a terrible tattoo? What even?
I've been looking at them for or long enough that they barely even…

"Hey girl. I heard you like food on a stick. I made you meat wrapped in other meat. On a stick."
I'm not going to lie. That would totally work for me.

I... I would watch the hell out of that. Radiant Orchid would be fake-smiling SO HARD. But dying on the inside.
Marsala would be just ugh. So smug. I can't even take it.

OH MY GOD! There are some many brilliantly radtastically awesome dog ears in the comments section. Mojo! YOUR EARS!

Eeei! Those are some splendid ears, Lucy! Excellent ear having! Way to ear!

heh heh heh.... sob.

OK. I'll be over here sobbing. Brave brave young woman. (And oh god, her family, how would you even?)

Yep. That was almost exactly my reaction too. First my mouth flopped open, then the rage and then a couple of impotent-anger tears.

"He at that point was fidgeting and began to remove the plastic covering from the emergency exit door and tried to pull to open the door,'' Slater [another passenger] said.

OK, you guys go on without me, I'll be back here having a rage stroke.

I could watch duckling rescues all night. Actually, maybe I will. Flappy feet. That peeping noise they make. Happy mama ducks at the end. Yep. New plan for tonight.

"Internet shooting hot loads of family planning info". Oh my. *Fans self*

This Butt-bow though! From Martial and Armand. Which I read "Martial and Armed" maybe 15 times.

Owl wrapped up in mouse-print blankie. Well played, cruel master of irony/vet tech, well played.

"Nor do they tend to attack other children in a whirlwind of fangs and snarls when let loose into a fenced area with dozens of other off-leash kids"

See, I'm kinda glad she's with a Walhberg. She's the human equivalent of a bag of used kitty litter with a face painted on it. And Donnie is the equivalent of stepping in warm cat-barfs, first thing in the morning. They are MADE for each other.

I know right?! I MIGHT have made a Pinterest board with a bunch of my favourites. Because it's all I've been doing today. Also, I need more formal occasions to go to.

I would do some serious criminal mischief to own either of the frocks that the Olsens are wearing. The wedding dress is OK, I guess; but the black dress with the pompoms... I die.