Hot Chick With Hairy Beaver! Bikinis and Wet, Oily Beaver! Beaver Eating!

Okay, Maybe Not. I think the beaver's just having a nice cuppa tea with a special friend.

The Metro Institute for the Promotion of Perversion is well and truly up and functioning. It's plunging in and out of the internet looking for tight little numbers like this.



I found the links over at the Pharynguloid posting documenting the threat to America from the terrible Canadian Dodecapus--or possibly tentacle porn (jury's still kind of out on that one, but hey, for a certain segment there isn't a lot of difference), it's from commenter Cowcakes.

I suppose I'm not too busy to slap the stats around a little today. Besides, I've just discovered that my IT work requires me to personally peruse almost all of over 11,000 articles in which apostrophes, dashes, ellipses, and the like have all been converted into question marks. So this isn't exactly an afternoon's work.