You show me the product.
I think, "This looks interesting." I click on it, to go to your website for a better look.
There are pictures of the product. But I can't see them. Your popups are in the way.
I click to embiggen. The popups are still in the way.
Your marketing sucks.

Kind of. He was a primitive bony fish, with a sort of bone exoskeleton... and sharp edged bone jaws instead of teeth.

But bony EYES? Yow.

Remember the old "30-50 Wild Hogs" meme?

Apparently, now, we have a solution to your wild hog swarm problems.

Just send your robot out after them.

Dunkelosteus, a prehistoric predatory fish, long extinct. These used to scare me to death when I saw pictures of them in my long-ago kid dinosaur studying phase.

I mean, I knew they were extinct. They couldn't get me.

But what kind of fish in Ghod's creation has EYE BONES?

Time for a career change. I'mm'a gonna be a superhero, now.

Proof once again that if you hit something HARD enough, it WILL explode.

This is not about penises.

I've seen sand dollars before, but never one that was ALIVE...

And that's what happens when you fire all the smart people.

A story, in sixteen seconds.

I hate when these things show up. Pisses the squirrels in the backyard RIGHT off.

For some reason, nearly every cat I have ever known or had had a weird habit.

EVERY cat, at a certain age, needs to test and study gravity. They do it by knocking things off shelves and tables, and observing them as they fall to the ground...

The Flying Fox is not a fox, but a type of bat. Got his name via his foxy face and his sheer SIZE, for a bat.

I think this would rattle me if I left the house of a morning, to see THIS hanging under the eaves.

Yeah... yeah, that's a stuffed toy I would keep and treasure for the rest of my life, right there...

Habanero milkshakes, man. Just say no.

"Looks."

"LOOKS comfy."

I say to you now that the true test of ANY couch rests with your back and your bahonkus. I've been fooled before.

...well, now I'm kind of curious...

So... apparently... this is what IKEA was selling in 1972.

I can only imagine trying to put this together myself in the living room.

I was surprised to find that in Colorado, if you try to ski on posted land? The local ranchers will use artillery on you. If the shells don't get you, the avalanche will.

Don't ski on private property!

I like cat cafes. But...

The great, enthusiastic, furry NOPE.

The irritated glare back over his shoulder really sells it. This is all obviously the human's fault.