Have YOU ever seen a llama kiss a llama on the llama?

Please don’t curse me when you can’t get this song out of your head, and please don’t throw yourself off the balcony when the bizarre imagery from the video invades your sweet slumber.

Be forewarned: I can’t seem to make the video stop once it starts. Enjoy!

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After yesterday’s gruesome fowl-related post, today I thought it would be nice to share something more uplifting in relation to our feathered friends. La Billi shared this with me via email today. What a fun story!

I saw a funny tool at a kitchen store the other day. It was marked “Duck Press,” and I assumed it was some kind of old-fashioned tool used to squeeze out more fat from duck skin or something like that. Reasonable assumption, I thought.

In an effort to find the “real” answer (or maybe in part to congratulate myself for having such finely-honed deductive powers!) I did some research, and found I was grossly (emphasis on the ‘gross’ part) mistaken.

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O sea, Rodolfo Burgos. Oye, de verdad canta idéntico, ¡es increíble!

To my grand delight, I saw a video of the REAL Shakira meeting Rodolfo/”Shakiro” – and two things struck me.

1. Shakira seems so normal and nice!

2. Wait, Shakira’s only like 5 feet tall, that guy looks teeny next to her!

Or, for the English-only crowd, “I’ll erase you (unfriend you) from Facebook.”

Me parto de la risaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Text message coincidence?

February 11, 2011

I was cooking dinner this evening, and my phone buzzed–I’d received a text message. No big deal, I thought. I’m sure it’s my gym partner C, squaring away plans for tomorrow’s workout. I got my veggies into the oven, and checked the message. To my surprise, I found this message from an unknown number:

Supp broski!!!!!!!!!!??

It was from a local number. I showed it to Fernando, thinking that someone had sent him a message to my phone by mistake. After all, I didn’t think anyone I knew would call me “broski.” He checked the number and said he didn’t have the person in his contacts, either.

It seemed doubtful that a friend of ours had changed their number, but I couldn’t be sure. So I responded, in a most non-committal manner:

Not much, who’s asking?

In no time, a response:

Haha dis is kayla………. >< ___

Trouble is, I don’t know anyone named Kayla. I was sure this was some teenager texting the wrong number. I double-checked with F that he didn’t know any Kayla, either, and decided to let the poor girl down gently:

Sorry, don’t know a Kayla-think u got the wrong #

Several minutes pass. I just figured that she thought, “Oh, crap!” before checking again and then texting the correct number, and that she was already in deep conversation with the recipient, telephonic misstep long forgotten.

Buzz. I look again.

Isn’t dis sean?!?!

Whoa. Now admittedly, she didn’t spell it right, but that mistake is surprisingly common. I was stumped – who on earth was Kayla? And how did she know me? Good thing Fernando had an idea, because I was more than a little troubled that someone would send me 9pm text messages with such abysmal spelling. Upon Fernando’s ever-wise counsel, I replied:

r u looking for a boy Sean or a girl Sean?

Kayla’s fast reply:

Boy…….lol

Whew! It WAS just a mistake after all! The Shawn-Sean coincidence was still creepy, but what the heck, stranger things have happened, right?

Relieved, I texted her back:

That’s funny, cuz my name is actually “Shawn” – but I’m a thirty-something lady! Think you got the wrong #, dear : )

If you think the most bizarre and head-scratching part of the the story is over, well, you’re wrong. Kayla replied:

Oh, srry. I seen this number On tv, sayin that call Or txt 2 get waka ticketss or somein and then my boy gave me dis number……..

Um…..Wha…..?

Stumbled across this totally random video of hand supermodel Ellen Sirot from a couple of years ago. She’s crazy. Or a serial killer. Or a mastermind of planning serial killings, more likely, since she can’t actually use her hands. Is it just me, or is the entire interview just an extra-supersize serving of creepy?

via Kottke

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