Return of the Twittering Bunny

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I hardly ever do this...but...does this fur coat make me look fat?

HELLO?! HELLO??? That's all Dr. Phil's rep says when I call to describe my friend's problem. It's like they can't even hear me.

I enjoy the fact that "rabbit trailing" is an insult used by "suits" to make fun of those off-topic. MY trails ARE the topic

I don't think sitting stone still and looking casual is fooling anyone.

"Ding Dong the Falcon is Dead" is a song I hum when I'm happy.

The problem with eating tulips is that you just can't stop at one.

I would like to propose that Dust Bunnies be called Dust Raccoons

Everyone I know is sleeping, yet I am wide awake, staring at a starry night. I think I'll write my name in paw prints.

A deer told me my butt was fluffy, so I opened a can of 'whoop ass' (which in my case entailed staring intensely and thinking evil thoughts)

Suckling an icicle like a gerbil's water dispenser. Long winters make strange bedfellows.

Nominating new species symbol--Peter and Easter aren't exactly role models.  Bugs is too sarcastic and Jessica Rabbit is an enigma.

If you want to do the "Bunny Hop" or drop into a rabbit hole, which is something like dropping acid, I'm told, you can follow me @bunnyinmygarden on Twitter because I'm ver

Was that too many characters?  Fluff!

Oops, dropped the F-bomb.

Comments

Bagman and Butler said…
Whoo hoo! Great to be reading your humor again. You hop all over the place on this one! Love it! And you look wonderful in fur.
February 7, 2012 at 3:06 PM
Bagman and Butler said…
By the way, as a fan of your humor who has not had time to read many blogs recently, you prompted me to go back and catch up! Great fun.
February 7, 2012 at 3:16 PM
Dawn@Lighten Up! said…
"Everyone I know is sleeping, yet I am wide awake, staring at a starry night. I think I'll write my name in paw prints."
--Sweet and beautiful. You should write a children's book with this!

"A deer told me my butt was fluffy, so I opened a can of 'whoop ass' (which in my case entailed staring intensely and thinking evil thoughts)"
-Are you an Adam Sandler fan? I knew I loved ya. :)
February 8, 2012 at 3:02 PM
Friko said…
Twittering Bunnies? Should be done away with, pronto.
They're only going to incite other creatures, if not to violence, then violent twittering.

You can be put in prison for that, you know?
February 11, 2012 at 7:17 AM
Gorilla Bananas said…
"Suckling an icicle like a gerbil's water dispenser."

Hah, I'd like to see a video clip of that! You don't get to see much bunny porn in my neck of the jungle.
February 18, 2012 at 10:20 AM
Anonymous said…
Clever blog and clever comments. I'm almost afraid to leave my paw prints.
March 13, 2012 at 7:22 PM
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