Bleebloobloop. So much happened this week our brains are on overload. We're about to crash. Go see for yourself what we mean.

Highs:

We saw lots of boobies at the Mermaid Parade.

Is there anything better than the Princess Bride lightsaber battle?

Possibly only the Pipecleaner Dance. 

A stranded hiker used her bra to save her own life.  

We had a little visit from our old friend Ashley Alexandra Dupre. 

We composed a haiku or two for our old friend Salon Sarah Hepola. 

This two-legged dog may be the cutest thing we saw all week. 

Unless you consider Ayveq, the masturbating walrus, cute. R.I.P. Ayveq. 

Bears strutted their stuff on the runway in Milan. Grrr!

Part of us wants to be just like these "manly" Albanian women when we grow up. 

DMX told it like it is. 

There could be hope for Scanner Emily's boobs, after all. 

Haha. He said "balls." 

Lows:

George Carlin, who was fucking hottie back in the day, died Sunday. 

We had a little disagreement about Amy Winehouse looking good. We should have been more clear. She looked good for Amy Winehouse. 

Is there anything scarier than the world's ugliest dog?

Possibly only the world's largest cockroach (in Scanner Emily's bedroom at 3 a.m.). 

We discussed the Supreme Court's ruling that the death penalty cannot be used on rapists who do not commit murder. 

Sorry we lied to you about becoming an escort service. 

Mini Me made a sex tape. 

Image via Scanner Brian's flickr.