With Halloween approaching, The Frisky ladies have been trying to figure out what Amelia’s dog Lucca should wear this year — and then we saw this. Sylwester Wardega of Poland decided to dress up his dog as a giant spider, complete with furry, dangling legs, and scare the crap out of random, unsuspecting strangers. The prankster even helped set the scene by decorating the locations of his pranks with large spiderwebs and tangled, cobwebby debris before unleashing “Spider Dog.” He ambushed folks getting onto an elevator, taking a stroll in the park and in an empty corridor, and every reaction gets better and better. Watch and laugh your ass off. [Liberty Voice]
Everything about this is gold.
Some students from the UK went all “8 Mile” on their prep school campus when an impromptu rap battle commenced, reminding the rest of us why we don’t see too many preppy sixteen year olds in the rap game these days. The overall theme of their weak four-line rhymes is definitely sex, and while these kids clearly won’t cut it in the biz, their overreactions are hilarious. They’re jumping up and down, crushing each rapper after every basic joke about sleeping with your mom. One kid even threw his arm crutch. I repeat, he THREW HIS OWN ARM CRUTCH. Basically, this is what I imagine would go down if a rap battle took place at Hogwarts, except Harry would slay that shit.
This is Corey. Corey has an unrealistic idea of how much things cost, which puts him at a serious disadvantage playing “The Price Is Right.” When the game show contestants were asked to estimate the price of a beautiful, new hammock, Corey’s bid was so outrageous that a fellow competitor turned around and, out of turn, yelled at him. Even Drew Carey laughed in his face. Based on Corey’s bid, I’ve come to the conclusion that a) He has never bought any kind of item in his lifetime, b) He is very, very bad at math, or c) He really values his relaxation. Watch the video to see how much poor Corey thinks hammocks cost these days.
Warning: The man recording this catastrophe was so dumbfounded back that he drops an F-bomb at the end of the video.
Facebook is overrun with pictures of baby bumps or “side belly cleavage,” as I like to call it, originating with women announcing their journey from TTC (trying to conceive) to TWW (two-week window after ovulation) to Chosen Ones With Tiny John McCains in Their Bellies. As friends, we’re overjoyed when we see these in our feed, obviously, because we’re all going to get free baby lessons once our friends duplicate (this is the correct terminology, right?).
There is a contingent of people who find the public baby bump pics, ultrasound avatars, or photographs of loaf of bread in the oven a little smug. But my key objection is the sheer lack of originality. Your ovaries spit out an egg that caught the flying shuttlecock of your mate mid-Fallopian tube — that is some world-class tennis you’re playing, lady! Your prowess in implanting a fertilized embryo deserves something a little more personalized.
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