Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Zoo. To go.

"No officer, the parrot was driving. Talk to him."

Thank you, Grant!
Posted by Grumpy, M.D. at 9:05 PM

7 comments:

Officer Cynical said...

Drunkhausen Syndrome

May 22, 2012 at 9:56 PM
Anonymous said...

wadda you think I'm doing? next level is hitting a wall with the head.

May 23, 2012 at 5:49 AM
Moose said...

OH NO! BEAR IS DRIVING! HOW CAN THAT BE?!?

May 23, 2012 at 9:46 AM
Packer said...

Doghouse bar serves food ?

Yum

May 23, 2012 at 10:14 AM
Anonymous said...

Don't let the pigeon drive the bus.

--Queen Anne's Lace

May 23, 2012 at 10:20 AM
Anonymous said...

How dare they arrest our beloved
Doctor Doextremelylittle! Don't they know that:

f we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
Think of all the things we could discuss
If we could walk with the animals, talk with the animals,
Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals,
And they could squeak and squawk and speak and talk to us.

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/

May 23, 2012 at 10:31 AM
Moose said...

or, better, from the late, great, Gilda Radner:

A rooster says good morning with a cock-a-doodle-doo
A horse's neigh is just its way of saying "how are you?"
A lion growls "Hello" and owls asks "Why" and "Where" and "Who?"
May I suggest you get undressed and show them your wazoo?

The animals, the animals, let's talk dirty to the animals
F*ck you, Mr Bunny
Eat sh*t, Mr Bear
If they don't love it they can shove it
Frankly I don't care

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKxjBsO-Bvk

May 23, 2012 at 3:55 PM

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