if you would quit stealin my smokes i wouldn't have to eat this bloody carrot...it could go in the stew.
Steal smokes? I????!!!!!!!!!
You're one dead wabbit!
"ehhehehhehehehe..gotta catch me first..and being without my smokes for a while now..i think i could out hop you doc...:-) "
You cannot avoid the bazookas - not the rear mounted laser cannon - which come with the Bunny suit...
OK dlowan I'm here. I tried the bunny thing, but it just doesn't work for me. Dammit, I'm a feline and proud of it. Still, I thought a little Easter finery wouldn't hurt.
dlowan wrote:I am off crispbreads....
I am afortressed...
off crispbreads, wearin' a fortress
i say, yer wearin' a girdle
<nods vehemently>
Just when the annual crispbread convention was about to encapsulate its unfortunate resolutions and wrap them up in tightly wound girdles, so as to finally get to its goddam smokes, the feline warden of the fortressed coughed, gasped and sprayed a colourful pepperspray into the cracker hall. "Oh my gosh!", the bunnies gasped, and though one particularly lewd specimen attempted in distress to mount its rear onto the laser cannon, the story, alas, ended sadly.
That's some wabbit, NIMH!
Lovely face-painting, Kirsten.
What rabbit?
I know of no rabbits.
Don't go near 'em, myself.
You look quite mediaeval as a Bunny, Nimh....
(ignoring patently obviously false demurral...)
I look quite medieval, period.
But one thing about the middle ages ... they knew better than to go near any bunny ...
I carry that knowledge inside me.
