The Bunold says, “You’re Fired”

I think I have made myself quite clear. What part of disapproval do you not understand?


Um, we take it that’s a “no”, Esther R.

The Seal of Disapproval!

We’re here with noted lettuce connoisseur BunLov, to taste-test Farmer Ignatz’s new “Like Buttah” Lettuce. BunLov, try a leaf and tell us what you think…


(And now BunLov is nibbling… Thinking it over…)


“I mildly disapprove!”

And there you have it, friends! Farmer Ignatz’s “Like Buttah” Lettuce has the taste even the most disapproving bunnies can almost tolerate! Try some today!


Nice Groucho ‘stache, Vanessa G. More pics at www.bunlov.blogspot.com

Granny Bunny

Buns are cute, but gray hares are very distinguished.

Show your true colors, Bunnybutt.

I’m Ready for My Close-Up…

No, not that close of a close-up, Mr. Smarty Pants…


We rarely see disapproval in such detail, Roselyn P.

Disapprove-Off

Since the unfortunate passing of the original Disapproving Rabbit Cinnamon, the search is on for a new face of Disapproval. We want gravitas, depth, the same completely unfavorable opinion as Cinnamon expressed.

Our first contender is in from the ironically named Happy Farm Bunnies:


Contender number two, with his famous wrinkular grimacing is “Pancake” the pup:

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Next up, contender 3 is a species you may not have expected to express annoyance. Cape Rain Frog condemns you!

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Final contender number 4, White Kitteh With ‘Tude, renders us totally unsuitable:

Too bad about your bunnies, Grace! (Happy Farm Bunnies.) You’re pup’s not good enough, Mai N.! We don’t like even like frogs Vanessa H.! The kitteh’s not even close Animal Photography image library! Disapproval hoverfacts via Get Listy, The Guardian, We Interupt and Wikipedia.

The Backstage Situation Is Totally Unacceptable

I mean, where do I start? Just look at these carrots — just lying about, not even peeled, and is that supposed to be garnish? It’s a flippin’ joke, mate, is what it is!


And then there’s the little matter of my changing room. Hello? How about a little privacy? Look, I’m out there, doing my big show of the year, giving the kiddies 110 percent, and this is how you treat me?


Never mind — I’m a professional; I’ll rise above it. All right, mates, let’s do this!


Such a prima donna, Pamela S.

I’m So Eeeeeeee-veeeeeel

Go ahead. Taunt me with your infantile cooing and babbling. Pat my head at your convenience and declare “what a cute cat.” But I am not a cat, oh no. I am Evil; pure Evil in feline form. My eyes are evil. My ears are evil. Even my nose is eee-veel. And when at last I tire of your insipid prattle, you shall be made to suffer, and I will drink your pain like sweet nectar. I haven’t worked out the method yet, but when I do…


Nice knowing you, Katharine S.

A Most Royal Declaration

Queen Utterly Glorious Superior Indulgent was being driven through her vast kingdom when she ordered her carriage driver to stop at once. She got out, and surveying her domain, declared, “mew.”


How very grand, Steven B.

There Goes the Neighborhood

“Look who just moved into the nest down the street, Gertrude.”

“Ugh, bluejays — with their smelly cooking and loud parties every night…”


Better call the homeowner’s association, Stephen D.

We Pour a Mean Cocktail

Abandon your Appletini, cancel that Cosmopolitan — the hippest new cocktail among the cutegnoscenti is the Angry Ferret. In a cocktail shaker, combine:

2 parts gin
1 part strawberry liqueur
1 part lemon juice
1 baby ferret
1 dash Angostura bitters

Add ice and shake until vexed.

“This is my baby Holly!” says Linda G.