"Man, Mom's habañero stuffing just blew my mind!"

Happy Thanksgiving! 

Bonus holiday message from Shel Silverstein after the break. (Via.)

Wait—the mighty Thor rides a pink scooter?

But I thought he could fly! (Via.)

Not AGAIN

Have you heard of Dinovember? It’s a month-long tradition created by Refe Tuma. After the kids’ bedtime, Refe and his wife set up a scene with dinosaur toys. In the morning, the kids wake up and find that the dinosaurs painted pictures, played boardgames—and even teepeed the bathroom!

Underrated Superpowers #1

From Paper Beats Scissors comes the adventures of Uncomfortable Hug Man!

Bonus comic after the break!

NOOOOO!

Via.

wienermobile skids on ice, crashes

What's the old saying?

"Maul me once, shame on you. Maul me twice, shame on me!" (Via.)

12 year old bear attack survivor meets her favorite tiger

"C'mon Aquaman…you can do it!"

And THAT'S why you shouldn't litter. (Via.)

Seen at this week's Harvard vs. Yale game

I love football games! There’s nothing better than raucously cheering, high-fiving strangers, and reading funny fan signs—

Oh dear.

Via.

Has anyone seen Fluffy?

Manu Ginobili pranks Tim Duncan

Being a sports fan is hard work!

You said it!

Tom Angleberger points out that even though this middle school's sign is broken, it still perfectly captures the middle school experience.

"Spacemen" not needed.

A guy named Jamie Jones tried to sell NASA the idea for using Coke and Mentos to shoot rockets into space. He also applied for a job as a "spaceman." Neither worked out.

Word.

Via.

It's Friday? Time to DANCE!

Pick it up at 0:26.

Got that write.

Via.

Every time you make a typo, the errorists win.

Wait, you can preorder "The Big Book of Superheroes"?

But it's not out till March! Oh well. Here's a few links if you're interested: Powell's, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and your local bookstore. (Photo via.)

What would your total opposite be like?

Working on The Big Book of Superheroes, I've been thinking about evil villains and "bizarro" worlds a lot. And The Abstruse Goose has some thoughts about that!

This rabbit is a GENIUS.

There is no explanation.

Paging Shel Silverstein: We found it!

Via. (Don't get the reference? Click read more!)

Hang on, kids—I have a bad "feeling" about this.

"Via."

Little girl's first walk on ice

Please promise me you'll never put doll arms in your sleeves and take a picture like this.

"Son, I want you to unhand this photo."
Via.

Don't drink it!

Dang. Now you're going to be up all night!

Thanksgiving Humor

These autumn jokes come from the awesome dude known as Jeffrey Z.

Q: Why did the turkey cross the road?
A: To help a drowning man.

Q: Why did the man act like he was drowning?
A: So he could eat the turkey for Thanksgiving.

Football Pratfall!

*faceplant*

That IS a good feeling!

By tessa seidenspinner.

Not to exaggerate, but this explains the meaning of life.

This script for Pinky and the Brain's tongue twister just blew my mind!

The Kicky Sack Factory is where shoes are made. Here, Pinky and the Brain are being shown the Kicky Sack Socko Sack Kicker assembly line.

FACTORY OWNER:

I am honored by your visit, let me show your our assembly line.

First, sheets of sheer synthetic sheepskin are slit into several Kicky Sack shoe shapes and shapely shoe sizes by six sitting sheet slitters.

BRAIN:

I only see five sitting sheet slitters.

OWNER:

The sixth sitting sheet slitter's sick. His son, Sammy's subbing till the sick sixth sitting sheet slitter's back, sitting pretty.

PINKY:

You're not the sheet slitter?

SHEET SLITTERS SON:

No, I'm the sheet slitter's son.

PINKY:

Well, you keep on slitting sheets until the sheet slitter comes. Hahaha!

OWNER:

The shoe shaper then shapes the slit synthetic sheep skin sheets and shoots out shoes through the chute.

This is Mr. Plunket, the new khaki sock plucker. I had to fire our previous sock plucker, he had a bit of an attitude.

BRAIN:

So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?

OWNER:

The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I sacked, since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick! ...

(POWER OUTAGE)

Whoops! Don't worry; just an electrical problem.

One of the Kicky Sack sack pickers will have to flick the plug.

PINKY:

Not the khaki sock plucker?

OWNER:

Oh my, no. The Kicky Sack pickers flick the plug.

The khaki sock plucker can't reach the socket over the latex child perambulator fenders we use to line the treadmill.

BRAIN:

It might make more sense to have the sixth sick sitting sheet slitter's son flick the plug, if the sac pickers, and the sock picker are behind the rubber baby buggy bumpers.

OWNER:

I never thought of that.

CUT TO: BRAINS LABORATORY

BRAIN:

Now Pinky, here is the plan. Remember every step must be preformed with precision!

You must slit the sixth sitting sheet slitter's son's sheet. Secure it next the toy boat from the Hack'n'Sac Sock'o Kicky Sack sack-kicker's picnic in Secaucus.

Stretch it past the sack picker's station, and the sock plucker's chute.

Then pick a sack, pluck a sock, and flick the plug; so I can put the pea in the plucked sock with the picked sack for ballast, and bounce it off of the rubber baby buggy bumper, into the Parker-Packard purple pewter pressure pump.

Is that understood?

PINKY:

I understood "now."

(Thanks, Mike Sommer!)

I am not a wimp!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

Via.

This is what happens when paleontologists bake cakes!

Via.

Please be available in XL, please be available in XL...

Via.

Me too!

Great—a robot that NEVER loses at Rock-Paper-Scissors?

Story here.

This reporter REALLY loves going down slides.

"Hi, Mom? Yeah, I'm kind of stuck between a rock and… another rock."

Via.

Ping-Pong Poetry

Invented in the 1880s, ping-pong quickly became so popular, poetry books were written about the sport. For instance, this 1902 title contains these immortal lines:

 Ping to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pong with mine.
We twain may win the Challenge cup,
If ping with pong combine.
The craze, that in my soul doth rise,
Is doubtless keen in thine.
I’ll take the role of pinger up,
If thou’lt be pongstress mine!

Via Google Books and Futility Closet.