Oh my, what an – gulp – adorable bunny. Well, um, yes, I guess he does look like Clark Gable…though that’s not the first name that comes to mind. Say, is he, a, um…nice…rabbit?
Keep an eye on that one, Chelsea T.
Posts tagged as: Disapproval
Are You Familiar with the Phrase “Once Bitten, Twice Shy”?
November 24, 2009 By
I get it. You think it’s adorable to take pictures of me doing silly things. And because you consistently provide adequate food and water, I humor you. To a point. But tread lightly owner, because let’s not forget who’s boss here. Need I mention the term “feral” to you…?
Godspeed, Holly E.
Come Tuesday, She’ll Take a Different Route
November 23, 2009 By
Perhaps looking somewhat thuggish, they still seemed gentlemanly enough, so when Clarice Starling spotted them on her way to work, she didn’t think twice about it.
As she passed them, she gave them a shy smile. And when she received a smirk in return, she realized the worst: They were mockingbirds. Roosting over a construction site.
“Hey, chick! Nice flanks – they could kind of use some work, dontcha think? And what kind of flight feathers are those? You know, in some human worlds, they’d call your tarsus a cankle! Anyone ever tell you your rump is bigger than a toucan’s mandible?”
Eating crow is hard to swallow, B.J. P.
Calling Shenanigans on Weird Science
November 20, 2009 By
It was always The Bunny’s plan. They’re not sure how he did it, but there are rumors involving test tubes, birthday wishes, cryonics, dark magic, and a complicated system of levers and pulleys.
Behold, the bunny born from equal parts of John Lennon, Groucho Marx, and Albert Einstein!
It’s all relative, Amy S.
If They Build It, You Should Not Come
November 16, 2009 By
It was the house that buns built. They called it Hoppy Times Plantation, and what a misnomer that was. Don’t be fooled. You are not welcome here.
It was built on disapproval, Tuesday H.
Huh?
October 20, 2009 By
When you start saying “Must…snorgle…nosicles!” or when you reach for my nose and inexplicably exclaim “Beep!” and then look around and say, “Shifty eyes” to no one else in the room, I get concerned that maybe I’m not hearing things so well.
And I can only assume that’s because you haven’t trimmed my ear hair.
Beep! Beep! Harumph, Kate Elizabeth Q.
Those Smiles Are Fake
October 15, 2009 By
Really? You’re just going to stand there on the other side of the glass and take pictures? I’m just waiting for the day when the only thing that separates us is your mask. If I were you – and I’m glad that I’m not – I’d learn how to wield that snorkel like a sword, capesh?
Photo courtesy of Timm Schamberger/AFP/Getty Images
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Don’t Have This Problem
October 2, 2009 By
Like I told James Lipton: On one foot, was it the role of a lifetime? Absolutely – I owe Beatrix a great deal. But on the other, I can really deal without the paparazzi.
Be vehwy, vehwy quiet, Alex M.
Vincent and Jules Hatch Their Plan
September 14, 2009 By
“I don’t know…What do you think?”
“It’s risky. But if I’ve done the calculations correctly, I think it will hold. I just wish it had a bit more length.”
“And what about the pigs?”
“You know them – it’s always hard to tell with their incessant wheet-wheet-wheeting, but I think they’re on board. But they want us to go first. You know, because of our ‘lucky feet’.”
“Typical. So we’re a go?”
“Affirmative.”
The following morning Farmer Ted went out to his garden and discovered a veritable vegetable massacre. All that was left along the outside of the fence were six tiny trench coats, six tiny mustaches, and one leaf of kale. Farmer Ted thought back to the previous week and suspected that those ungrateful bunnies had actually followed through on their written threat:
“fArMheR Tehd:
We sicK of KAle. FEed us CaRROt oR wE usE kAle as PoLE vAUlt inTO VehgtIblE gARdEn. U hAve 7 Day.
LUv,
RaBBits and Teh PiGs”
Build a higher fence, Julie D.
Go Ahead. Try The Wipers.
September 11, 2009 By
You can drive as fast as you want, Winston, because I got Hubba-Bubba on my paws and Marshmallow Fluff on my belly. You want the cats back, you’re gonna have to get rid of ME first. So go ahead and roll the dice. But keep in mind that I’m not some idiot cat, so I won’t be chasing after it.
Welcome to hell.
Hope you were wearing a seat belt, Anne T.
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