Hitting is not okay

It's no use sulking, tennis racket. You're going to stay in your room until you apologize.

Found by mrzarquon.

No, it's not a coffin. That would be silly.

Jump out of bed and stumble to the bathtub
Pour myself a cup of... uh... okay, my idea sort of falls apart here. Thanks to Jay for the listing.

This apartment is dy-no-mite!

Nothing says "Top-of-The-Line" (to quote the listing, found by Matt) like a little J.J.

E-Z recipe for the busy time of year

BED CHICKEN BAKE

3 pkgs. boneless chicken breasts
1 jar chipped beef
1 pt. sour cream
1/2 piece raw bacon for each chicken breast
2 cans mushroom soup
Garlic salt
Tin foil to cover mattress
Bed

Line a 13 x 9 inch casserole dish with chipped beef. Wrap 1/2 slice bacon around each chicken breast. Tuck into bed. Mix soup, garlic, and salt to taste with the sour cream. Pour over chicken. Nap 3 hours at 275 degrees. Check at 2 hour time. Cover tightly with foil during baking. Serve with a green vegetable and mashed potatoes. Dispose of properly and order pizza.

Listing found by Valerie. Poorly advised recipe based one from cooks.com.

Where Hypnotoad eats breakfast

I'm starting to think I need to expand my rules. Maybe this should be a blog of two kinds of photos:

1. Poorly chosen (e.g. most of this blog), OR
2. Mesmerizing and -- from my perspective -- antipodal (e.g. my new HQ)

Mel, who I presume is my antipodisis, found this doozy.

Don't blame the chair

For once, it's not a chair having a time out.

Naughty stove. Naughty, naughty stove.

(By the way: this listing shows the washer and dryer out on the back porch. I know L.A. has glorious weather -- if you like warm, sunny days and cool, clear nights, pffft -- but really? Washer and dryer outside? Is this a common thing down there? Does it never rain?)

The carpet needs a haircut

The telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make,
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...