Stop picturing the dilapidated house with the 86 unneutered felines scampering around every which way when we mention our cats.

While I have to imagine that the guy I end up with isn’t likely to take to purse peeing, it’s a guarantee that he’ll do something to drive me batty.

Gin. I need someone to get me gin. What’s the fastest way to get gin in my bloodstream? Through my eye? Someone pour gin in my eyes!

Jill, meet Jill.

Your canine friend is sending subtle messages to your date.

The found document proves to be more Penguins Gone Wild than National Geographic documentary.

Why are there only blogs dedicated to hot guys holding animals?