I wish I had the nerve to post this link on the main page of LAO but I don't. Too shallow even for me. (Yes, that clucking sound you hear is moi, chickening out as I wait -and wait and wait - for the Sunday papers to hit the driveway.)

What does this have to do with Malibu? Not much, other than half the people in the pix have lived here at one time. But I'm all for starting the day with a good laugh, so here we go: the link of shame. Click through for the whole series. (Alternatively, erase me from your bookmarks.)

To make up for it, here's my little friend, Archer, heading for the horizon in Bluffs Park.