On account of and due to a lazy and unpoductive fan base, no fbf today.
Oh and Pancakes or Waffles is still running so vote early and often.
This is what I'm talking about, OG shit. Nipple suckin', eye squintin', scrunchy face cuteness. None of that white linens and cappuccino cup bullshit. None of that puppies and little kids crap that Bob Saggat tired to sell you on AFV. The real old-man-looking mouth full of milk tiny ears four-finger cuteness.
Oh yeah that is gooood. I like milk too man, there's nothing wrong with that. What else are you going to drink with a PB&J? Coke? Don't be an ass. Water? Pointless. Beer? Your priorities are all fucked up. Look at how bulbous his little eyes are, it's freakin me out. O! I got it, he reminds me of the rabbit in Whiney the pooh. What's his deal? He's always drunk or he's skitzophrenic or he hangs out outside of elementary schools. I forget.
This guy brings me back to when JALG didn't have to rely on gimmicks to get readership. Remember weasle and kinkajou. Those were the days.
Bebbe sqrl: Ahhh, gahhhk, you're choking me.
Human Ass: There's some medical stuff in the background so that means that this is good for you.
Bebbe sqrl: You fuck.
Then the photgraph was taken just as the word fuck was being finished and the frustrated glare of the baby squirrel climaxed into a scathing glower.
There's also a little talk-to-the-hand going on there. But it was unintentional. Bebbe sqrl was listening to Gang of Four and smoking Palmals while you were watching Oprah. Pussy.