All together now, "awwww"

Dear Lizzie,

I got you a Josh Gates with an itty bitty adorable monkey.

Enjoy!



P.S. You have to give him back.

Dear Bree,

I brought you a pic of Patrick Stump's body snatcher.

enjoy!

It's early and I'm bored.

Someone in Beverly Hills keeps coming here from Google.

Who are you? And what are you googling that keeps bringing you here?

Just curious, dude. :)

My birthday is approaching.

I want a Johnny Weir.

Someone get on this please.

NEW! NEW! NEW!

It has come to our attention here at PnM that there are many people running around this beautiful planet that need to be acknowledged for their, let's call them "contributions" to society. These people apparently try very hard to get the attention they so desperately aspire to, and who are we to say "no!"?! Without further ado, we bring to you our newest feature: D-Bag of the Whenever! We will feature a new Douchetastic Loser at random invtervals (I'd love to say "weekly", but, as made obvious by some of our other features, we suck at deadlines).

The honor of being our first ever D-Bag of the Whenever goes to......


this doofus!



Yes, ladies and gen...*ahem* Yes, 3 people that actually read our blog, it's Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures! If ever there were a crown for biggest douchebag, Mr. Bagans would be the owner of said crown. You can tune in to Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel (usually on Friday nights) to check out the D-baggyness in all its glory!

On a small side note, I will admit he's pretty hot in nightvision. If you turn the sound off.

It's heeeeere.

This is pretty rough as far as video quality goes, but JESUS GOD....



I'm hoping Lizzie will find a better vid of this, but seriously. This man. Good Lord.

daily dose of wtf?

These pictures are 2 parts amusing and 8 parts scary as fuck.

manbabies

Happy Patrick Day!!

In honor of Patrick day, I bring you....

PATRICK!

Amazing.

Love love love love love this. Holy hell.

She's a stupid bitch.

This is the most ferocious thing I've seen in a while.

Loves it!

Happy Birthday MGG!

Bored?

I really have nothing interesting to divulge today. Nor do I have anything remotely cute to show you. I'm simply tired of cleaning.

I hate how, in order to clean, you have to make things even messier. I had a very organized sort of mess in my habitat. I knew where things were, I just had to dig a bit to find them. Black sweater? Yeah, it's right here, under this pile of shoes.

But now, everything is strewn about all willy-nilly, and I probably couldn't find that black sweater if it had a freakin GPS beacon blasting a "come hither" signal away to some far off satellite, which, in turn, blasted a "hey dumbass, it's over here" signal back to my brain. Yes. I believe this is how that sort of thing works. I should work for NASA. Or the CIA. Or something.

Oh well. I'm off to dive back into the swirling black waters of mess-death.

I think I should marry him

This is possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen online. Even cuter than videos of kittens? It's Justin Bieber! Who couldn't love that face?