Red-hot puddy tat dancing action!

(And we double-dog dare ya to try and get the song out of your head afterward.)

If you're not down with the gravy, then dude - we are *seriously* gonna have issues.

It might sound a little fishy, but these dancing sushi people are blessed with the raw talent to make you giggle like a Harajuku schoolgirl.

Yes, yes, we've all heard the news reports about how obesity kills, but in this animated short by Megat Diam, obesity's the one who need to be watching his squashy back. Then again, we could be looking at it from the wrong perspective.

On the psychotically off chance that you've ever wondered what a Viral Virginia might look and/or sound and/or smell like, I can offer assistance with two outta three. Rest assured I smell like sunshine, freshly-baked steak-filled cookies, and a slight whiff of Mercurachrome.

And I sang you a little holiday song. No helium or effects involved, I promise - it's just a bizarre, Baal-given talent. Because I love you.

xoxoViral Virginia

Okay, no - it's not a video, but it occurred to me tonight as I was flaying drifters for my own sexual gratification that prolly not everyone in the webiverse has been introduced to the aural ecstasy that is Silence!, so here ya go.

Mazel. And don't forget the lotion.

We can only hope that auteur Tamara Federici doesn't take it upon herself to film a Hershey Highway vignette. Or at least that she lets us have first crack at it.

In an office...

where they've moved his desk four times already this year...

one man will risk it all...

for the love...

of a stapler.

Office Space: Milton's Revenge

Oh calloo callay, oh happy day! Everybody's favorite pie-obsessed eggs are back, and they're bringing a buttload of filo dough with 'em — not to mention a jaunty l'il goove that juuuust might catch on big-time.

Wherein a carefree young moppet receives an object lesson on listening to her elders. Or at least to ambient folk ballads from above.

If you were a cat, wouldn't you wanna hump my hat?

From the distressingly fertile imaginations of NYC downtown puppet-rock superstars Uncle Jimmy's Dirty Basement comes "Wearing the Hat That the Cat Humped". It's a touching (or maybe not so much "touching" as "humping" or "groping with bared claws") tale of a love that dare not meow its name — the love between a randy feline, and his master's fuzzy-wuzzy chapeau.

It's purr-fectly tasteless, but I double-dog dare ya to try to keep from humming it at work/school/church tomorrow. This cat will OWN your tongue.