Would you like to watch a video of a big panda wrestling around with a little one? If I told you that the big panda pulls off a sweet German suplex (pictured, right) would you want to watch it more?

I ran the YouTube description through Google Translate, and this is what it gave me:

March 11, 2013. Beach has excellent outdoor debut.
Good beaches to chase the excellent beach.

I don’t speak Chinese, but I’m gonna guess the words for “panda” and “beach” are pretty similar. Panda has excellent outdoor debut! Good pandas to chase the excellent panda. That makes more sense, right? Because that big panda is good, but the baby panda is excellent. He also need to watch out for the big panda’s sick gutwrench.

[h/t to Daily Of The Day]

I’m going to be 100 percent honest right now – short of the University of Oregon’s cheerleaders kidnapping me and forcing me to watch anything but college basketball today (and I welcome them to try), I’m not really interested in anything other news right now. However, I will make an exception for any video that claims to feature a tap-dancing English Bulldog, because I’m a human being with feelings and a working brain, obviously.

According to the video’s description:

This is Winston our 4 year old Bulldog. He came to us from Bulldog Rescue a Bulldog welfare charity based in South East England. Winston has coordination and balance problems and is partially deaf but that sure dont stop him dancing. He just loves to dance. Excuse the over excited encouragement but it helps get him in his groove.

This video makes me happy. I had an English Bulldog that also loved to dance and chase basketballs around the house, so I could watch Winston’s moves on a loop. I won’t, however, because there are GIFs of those Oregon cheerleaders making the rounds, and I find that to be slightly more important. No offense, Winston.

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One of the best perks of this gig, behind only working in my underwear and making Photoshops of Channing Tatum, is that people often send me very strange links, images and videos under the assumption that I’m into that kind of stuff. And they’re almost always right, because I love crazy sh*t. Then sometimes people also send me porn and it’s too strange, because it just is.

Right in the middle of that spectrum, though, is an email I received the other day from a reader who insisted I get hip to the world of “Hooping”. It seems that there is a whole world out there of competitive and freestyle hula hoops that I have never been even the slightest bit aware of, and it’s probably because I’m not a hippy. Specifically, I’m not a female hippy with dreadlocks. As always, though, I’m trying hard not to judge people, even when they follow up emails about competitive “Hooping” with hooping porn. But again, I’m not judging.

That said, my curiosity for hooping sent me on one of my classic YouTube and Tumblr journeys and I ended up falling into a wormhole that I almost never came out of. What I came back with is a collection of mostly SFW videos and GIFs that are downright hypnotic. Seriously, if this hooping thing is a cult, I could totally see how people could fall for it.

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A few quick truths:

1. With Leather doesn’t really have a signature animal. Sure, we’ve tried to get sea otters over as our thing, but nobody comes here for specific animal content in the way they might’ve, say, Warming Glow.

2. Sledding is more of a recreational activity than a “sport,” but it requires a small amount of athletic prowess. Slightly harder than hanging motionless on the monkey bars, but easier than the slide.

3. It’s Friday, and the only things going on in the LOL LOOK AT THIS sports world are Harlem Shake videos and … additional Harlem Shake videos.

So, with those three things accepted as facts, here’s a clip of SLEDDING PUGS. Okay, so it looks like somebody just put them in sweaters, dumped them into a storage bin and decided to drag them around in the snow against their will, but still, pugs in sweaters in a sled. The fabric softener commercial music in the background is a nice touch.

As a resident of hot-ass Texas who lives with a lady who is allergic to dogs, I’m going to pretend that this is what winter is like. SLEDDING PUGS, Y’ALL.

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Originally, I was going to write a few hundred words about how Kobe Bryant and Smush Parker are trading insults right now about their time as teammates 5 or 6 years ago. Bryant referred to Parker as the NBA’s equivalent of a walk-on and blames him and Kwame Brown for the Lakers being so terrible whenever they all played together (seriously, I don’t even feel like looking it up). So Parker, whose name I hadn’t even heard in at least 3 years, told one of his Walmart customers that Bryant was a terrible teammate (shocking) and that’s why he stopped passing to him.

And people are talking about this like crazy today, as if it’s some sort of revelation that Bryant is a selfish jerk, so I wanted to actually come to Bryant’s defense and tell Parker to stick to packing his tighty-whities for his trip back to China, where he’s paid to be awful at basketball. But then someone emailed me a link to photographer Terry Richardson’s website (NSFW*) and I was like, “Kobe who?”

Richardson, who is beloved by celebrities for being an artistic perv, decided to clear out the ol’ memory card on his camera and posted some new outtake photos from his last shoot with With Leather’s 2011 Celebrity Sports Fan of the Year and model Kate Upton. While I feel like I’ve already seen these photos, I don’t really care. It’s Friday. You’re welcome.

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I’m a huge sucker for anything Americana, which is why I’ve often thought that I was born in the wrong era, but then I wouldn’t want to live in any decade that didn’t have the Internet or white rappers. That sh*t would be crazy boring, yo. But with the shameful soul of a hipster, I love to look at the past and admire how easy those schmucks had it, you know, aside from the wars and polio and stuff like that. At least people in the 50s only had newspapers, radio and one TV channel to scare the crap out of them. I shiver thinking about FOX News and MSNBC terrorizing us through the Cold War.

So what’s my point, you ask, well it’s that this morning I fell into one of my typical Internet wormholes thanks to the above image of an ad that Budweiser ran to celebrate Miguel Cabrera becoming the first Major League Baseball player to win the Triple Crown since 1967. Being an old soul, I still think that winning the Triple Crown is an amazing achievement, so I like to ignore the new breed of VORPers and WAR mongers when they say that Miggy shouldn’t win the MVP. But that’s another argument for another day.

I started perusing the webs for other vintage beer ads and I came to several conclusions: 1) Beer companies in the 40s and 50s wanted people to die, because they loved suggesting that people drink while doing things like skiing and riding horses; 2) Being an ad exec back then must have been 10-times cooler than Mad Men suggests; 3) White people, am I right?; and 4) I’m thirsty now.

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