If you’ve come here to see photos of my dog and pet ducks please comment things like, “wow, nice quakers” on the relevant posts.

Jäger and Paula

We no longer have a puppy we have a MONSTER! Living with and seeing Jäger on a day to day basis I don’t kinda see him growing before my eyes – it’s not until you see photos of him that we’ve taken over the short period in which we’ve had him do I realise the interesting transformation he’s gone through (and still going through). When we brought him back from Preston he fit quite easily into the cat-carry box for the journey back home. Now, only after a few months, he would only be able to fit in his front legs into the same box. The strangest thing about it is that he eats 600 grams of food a day and shits like there’s no tomorrow yet he grows soooo quickly. He’s exiting the awkward teenager-esq phase now which is good, because his ears were like radar dishes (see photo taken in July below) and his legs were all gangley and almost looked like he’d stolen them from another dog…

Brand new run = We have built a block paved area for them with a proper pond!

New duck aivery with block paving and pond.

We still need to put them away at night because they are too noisy in the early hours to leave out, especially when it’s a hot weekend night and all the neighbors have their windows open and the ducks have woken at 0600 on a Sunday and are quacking their head off because they are shagging in the pond….

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

I’m Comic Sans, Asshole.

By Mike Lacher

Nice find monkey.

Paula and Jäger

Obviously Jäger is in addition to the eight ducks and the cat we already have. I’m just wondering at which point our home will no longer classify as house and instead becomes a farm.

Monster Duck Egg

One of the ducks laid a crazy huge egg, it weighed 164g with two yolks. See Paula holding it next to a normal one in the photo below, she was also the one that took great pleasure in cooking it and eating it for herself.As

warmonkey said: Jesus Christ, it’ll have an ass like a bowler hat now.

Why are their English language skills so bad? Is it an in-joke I’m missing, that coders only ever speak in Ingrish?