A Treat Too Far

RJ gets his occasionally.

But just occasionally.

Dogs Be Crazy

Dogs rule.

And drool.

To the Dogs

All dogs go to heaven.

Not too sure where RJ will end up.

Intersquirrel Gas

Did you know Hammy’s farts smell like Skittles.

Oh, you did. Sorry.

Carry on.

The One with a Dulcisaurus Dudus

Where there’s a hug there’s a way.

Hammy of the Lake

WOMAN: Well, ’ow did you become king then?

ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king!

DENNIS: Listen — strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: Well you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: I mean, if I went around sayin’ I was an emperor just because some moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me they’d put me away!

Lizard Skynryd

A Not So Terrible Lizard

Actually, God didn’t make George. T and I did.

We are now accepting worshipers.

Strange Stuff

Apparently, I have a lot in common with George.

Stop and Sniff

Actually, the chorine smell is a result of a chemical reaction between the chorine and pee.

And now you know!