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Posted September 26, 2012 by John P. Barker

Something has grabbed the attention of the tiny parrots.  But what is it?


Posted September 25, 2012 by John P. Barker

This little guy's got some guts.  You can just hear the thought: "There's something weird and it's near my Mom.  I'm gonna charge it."

Posted September 24, 2012 by Myra Per-Lee

First, there was Fat Cat, who ran a valiant race against Vladimir Putin for President of Russia, despite his refusal to ride a horse bare-breasted. Then, there came Hank, boldly facing two big-shot party candidates running for U.S. Senate in Virginia.  And now, here's Tuxedo Stan, representing the Tuxedo Party in the Halifax, Nova Scotia mayoral race.  As human interest in politics wanes, what do you expect?  First cats rule your world.  Soon, they will
rule the world.


Posted September 24, 2012 by John P. Barker

Egad!  If you thought the dog in yesterday's video was patient, wait until you see this.  Truly, this cat is a Zen Master...

Posted September 23, 2012 by John P. Barker

I don't know that I would be capable of having the patience of this dog.  He seems to be taking a mini-hoofed beating from these little goats.  Yet he doesn't even break a sweat.  Oh, wait... dogs can't sweat...

Posted September 22, 2012 by John P. Barker

Okay.  I'm aware that the Venus Flytrap is a plant.  But it's a meat-eating plant, so that puts it on my radar as a pet of sorts.  These things always creeped me out as a kid.  And they smell like rotten meat...

Posted September 21, 2012 by John P. Barker

What happens when a dachshund encounters a remote controlled penguin?  Lots of running around, that's what.

Posted September 20, 2012 by John P. Barker

We had a toucan when I was a kid.  Some jacka** had shot it.  We had a neighbor that was a vet, and with him in tow my Dad and I went and captured the injured bird.  We nursed it back to health and eventually sold it to an exotic animal store for breeding.

The main thing that I remember about the toucan (that we "cleverly" named "Tooey") was that it liked to bite us.  A lot.