The Mock Dock

Today, some dude from South Africa sent this tweet to Ashley Judd:

And she replied, indignantly:

I cannot tell you how much I giggled over this.  But Ashley is not a person who is especially lacking in the self-esteem department.  In fact, she’s one of the most self-promoting, self-absorbed, self-involved, self-serving, self-centered people ever, so she bounced back just an hour later by tweeting this:

NAUSEATING.

I think you know what this calls for.

An alert and astute mockdocker sent me this photo, and it is by far one of the most inappropriate wedding photos OF ALL TIME.

What POSSIBLE REASON could the photographer have had for making this couple pose like this?

Ick.

Teeny tiny kitten doing the sleepy footshakes? ADORABLE. But wait till the 32 second mark, at which point there is so much cuteness that it made my heart hurt.

You know how I posted that HORRIFIC song about Walmart yesterday, which had the two chicks shaking their booties in the video? Well, the below video is a few years old, and the women in it are doing the EXACT SAME KIND of “dance,” only they are total landbeasts. Which is odd, really, because this type of booty shaking appears to take some serious assular and thighular muscularity, so if it’s something they engage in frequently, I would think it would help them stay more slender. You know.

I still don’t get it. Is this supposed to be sexy? Straight men or gay women, perhaps you could weigh in on this issue (no pun intended).

An alert and astute mockdocker sent me this picture, and I can’t improve on what she suggested as the possible caption bubble which belongs squarely over the grandpa’s head.

“If only I’d used a trojan….”

The toddler child is adorable. I”ll give ‘em that.

This could seriously be the worst song that was ever written in the history of songs. And it lasts for an ETERNITY, and the video is just two chicks shaking their assular areas as hard as they can shake them. For over four minutes.

I’m not sure what the point of this type of dancing is, if you can call it that. I mean, I like to shake my booty as much as the next person, but not so it looks like my booty is practically its own separate appendage with a mind of its own. This is just bizarre and gross and weird.

And the song. OMG the song is so awful.

You’ve been warned.

Junior Mock’s teacher discovered recently that Junior Mock LOVES to play Wii.  Bowling, in particular.  Now, naturally, he requires assistance to play, because he has really very little purposeful movement with his arms.  But when he gets help, he LOVES the Wii.

And he loves hearing the WORD Wii.  It completely gives him the giggles.  One day I asked him about the Wii several times, and he just laughed and laughed, and I thought, “You know what Mockdockers have never had the good fortune to hear?  Junior Mock’s laugh.”  And so here you go – video of Junior Mock reacting to his favorite new word.  You’ll just have to forgive the fact that I have to repeat the word so many times, and the fact that I giggle the entire time.

Are you smiling right now? Because every time I watch that, I BEAM.

Today, his school held its end-of-school banquet thingy where they give awards to students for various things. And Junior Mock won the award for “Wii Master – in recognition for his use of fine motor skills to operate the Wii.” LOOK at how adorable this is:

Apparently, when his name was called and the word “Wii” was spoken, he started shrieking and squealing with delight and the entire audience started laughing, which made him immediately stick his lip out, and do that thing he does with his face when he’s not sure if he’s happy or worried. It’s SO CUTE.

Anyway, I know some of you like Junior Mock stories, so now you have your fix.

It’s sooooooooooooooooooo much worse than I imagined.

You guys remember the thumb guy, right?  This might be him.   And if it is, he will henceforth be known as frontbutt guy instead of thumb guy.

I guess for giants who are overly concerned about keeping their faces hidden, these would work.  Otherwise?

Not so much.