she was a playboy bunny, which was ironic, considering her upturned nose, buck-teeth, and affinity for carrots. her boyfriend moved in with some damn fox over on the paseo, in a one room studio apartment.
I cant write about bunnies
when I’m thinking about you
which as all that I do
I wish you could hop away
or that I could bury my feelings into a whole
because without you
I’m not whole
I’m only a fragment of myself
Bunnies are soft and cuddly. They’re supposed to be adorable and just – when you think of bunnies, doesn’t the forest scenery naturally seep into the background. Then it’s all rich brown dirt and deep green leaves and soft dusky sun filtering in and then – this tiny ball of soft fur peering up at you.
If I had a bunny I would totally breed it with my cat and make a bunny/cat. It would be awesome. Maybe I would dip it in nuclear acid and make a mutant bunny/cat. You know how epic that would be? It would probably overtake the world and eat Obama. which would be good for everyone. and then I would take the bunnycat and throw itat some douchebag who hit me with his van so it would totally smash his car. then I would probably eat the bunny cat cuz you know a man gets hungry…
furry and cute, eats carrots, easter bunny, poops eggs, kills all the flowers in your garden, stinks like shit and runns around in cages if their a pet to someone, is absolutely insane in some children’s book i used to read, i think it’s a vampire bunny or something.
A bunny jumps down a hill, gathering lovely flowers for his wife at home with their three children, oh how he wishes he was able to be with his lovely wife, oh how he wishes he could be with his lovely children!
I already did an article on bunnies. But they are just so adorable, I couldn’t resist a second time! My Ag teacher has one named Chad. He’s white and loves to pee on our backpacks during school. Even though he’s always on punishment, that never stops him.
“He’s cute like a bunny.” That’s how my friends and I describe some guys. I think it works perfectly. It’s not suggestive like “he’s cuuutttteeee!” it’s more… innocent :)
I read a book about rabbits. They were haunted. Then, everything the family owned was haunted. It wasn’t like they were actually haunted, just everything became strange.
Then my new shoes became haunted. I cried for 3 hours.
elevation
rabbit shoots photos at cats
easter is atime with family also christmas
shotguns
squirrels can be nasty
dangerous too
cds are fun to burn
not literally, like wood though
why bunny not rabbit or hare
or small mammal
id like to know
Bunnies are so cute. I don’t know what feature about them attracts our attention for they are not very interesting, yet, we have so many tall tales about them. For instance, the bunny and the hare. And what really is the difference between bunnies and rabbits?
The bunny bit into the leafy, green leaf. He inhaled. He loved the smell of the garden. It suited his long,sinewy body, and h felt very much a part of the outdoors. The hutch scared him; he didn’t understand the
i once had pet rabbits, named pepper and salt. they were adorable an dfuzy. I kept them in my little red barn and fed them every day. I also changed their water daily, and every sunday i would clean their cages. I remember being scared of going to the barn alone, because every sunday my family and I would watch buffy the vampire slayer which was full of scary vampires.
There was a distinct difference, at least to Tegan, between the toys on her bed and the toys on her wardrobe. The ones in her bed were close, familiar, old. The ones on the wardrobe, too, were old and familiar, but not quite in the same way.
But of all the toys she loved still at 19, the one she loved most, was bunny.
bunnies are cute and amazing creatures. they love carrots and they are widely used around easter for commercial purposes. they are cuddy little mammels that can be seen in forests. bambis best frierd was a bunny
I like bunnies. once when I was 4 I was asked what I wanted for easter dinner. I replied bunny of course. Then my mom made hossenpfeffer. It was awesome. they are also cute. and tasty. and fuzzy. and have little noses that wiggle adorably.
The little bunny went hopping down the street. He was a silly bunny, with big red eyes and a white body and tail. This bunny wanted to kill everyone and eat their souls. Take it from me, he was not a very nice bunny. i do not like bunnies anymore. I do not like anything anymore because this fucking bunny ate me and my soul. What a dick.
the white bunny hopped across the wildflower field, into infidelity. the bunny was fluffy and soft and magical. a fucking magic bunny. you know when you had too much shit when you begin to talk about a whitefluffysoftmagic bunny.
its funny how this word always seems to end up in essays. There’s “the bunny test” where you insert it randomly in the essay to see if your teacher is really reading. Then there’s the stories about someone writing a bunny story instead of an actual answer.
Even thought I love bunnies, I can’t stand that they are used so often to symbolize Easter. Easter is my favorite holiday because it is of when my Savior rose from the dead and brought victory to my soul. Bunnies don’t do that.
there once was a bunny. he lived in a hole. he was white and fluffy and scared of big moles. he had hair on his head. and hair on his feet. he ran really fast. and liked carrots as a treat. He wasn’t real mean, and he wasn’t real nice, but he wouldn’t mind friends over and he liked mice.
one day i was biking down the street. i saw a bunny. i stopped to move it out of the road. then i decided it was better off dead. so i stomped it. It came back to life and sent me to hell. when i arrived in hell, i was ripped apart by zombies. I was upset. I tried to appeal to bunny Jesus but he hated me, and condemned me to a lifetime of torture.
There was once a bunny who lived in the forest. He had many a friend in this wood but none too close to his heart that he couldn’t rid himself of. The bunny, named Perry, forged a lance out of some twigs and fragmented acorn he found discarded next to a public oak.
A soft creature
Small graces of childlike innocence
Harsh lives unseen
How are we to know.
Lovely graces,
Light graces,
But are they left alone?
So intrigued to see.
I suppose this not the end for them.
But for us
She was wearing a bunny costume. “Welcome home, master”, she said. He stared. Gawked. Jaw dropped. He just did not know how to react. Usually she was the class’ “Miss Dull”, but today was different. Today, he recalled her saying, was special.
There was a white fluffy bunny. It ate other bunnies. It was exiled from the bunny nation of Bunny-tonia. This made it sad. Because it was sad, it decided to slit it’s wrists in pure unadulturated teenage angst. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~~~ the other bunnies screamed as he bled to death :D
FIN.
he reminded me of the bunny from alice in wonderland – annoying, constantly moving, and very pushy. he took his joke of a position so seriously that it made me laugh a little on the inside.
Bunny is a woman from my old church. She wasn’t soft or furry. She couldn’t hop nor did she like carrots. She was just an old lady named Bunny. All I know is that I’d rather be the cat than the bunny.
A beautiful fluffy rabbit sat on the tree stump eating a carrot, wondering why he couldn’t be carnivorous like the fox. The bunny took a bite of the carrot, and sighed. Why couldn’t he be carnivorous like the wolf, snake or even some of the plants here in the forest. He was only a bunny; forever fluffy and forever a vegetarian. Whats so frightening about that? Crunch.
easter and cute little fluffy fellows, but sometimes i guess they bite. I have a few scars from my bunny. he was a little son of a bitch, but some bunnies are friendly. they’re all so soft. I actually think they prefer apples to carrots, which is a common misconception. bunnies are like horses I guess?
He walked around the modern art museum, only mildly interested. Bored was the dominating emotional experience of his. Not for sis. She took her time, staring at each piece as if she was getting something incredible out of it. Not wanting to watch her fawn over every odd collection of items, he headed for a small dark room that looked pretty empty. And that was when he saw the pink, fluffy bunny. Dangling upside down in chains. Modern art museums were dope.
I had a bunny, Bugs was his name. He lived in a cage outside our house and never did much, so he was largely ignored by myself and my older 7 year old sister. Until the day a mean old hound dog invaded our home. The dog dug under the cage, and Bugs dug out, escaping. He did this, like a sort of game of chase. One that could have killed Bugs. But we called Animal Services and Bugs was finally safe from the hound dog after a few minutes.
i have eleven bunny rabbits living in my glass of tequila. they like to swim around and play water polo. and i like to swim with them, but only on thursdays when i have my morning glass of woodbury wine.
she was a playboy bunny, which was ironic, considering her upturned nose, buck-teeth, and affinity for carrots. her boyfriend moved in with some damn fox over on the paseo, in a one room studio apartment.
I cant write about bunnies
when I’m thinking about you
which as all that I do
I wish you could hop away
or that I could bury my feelings into a whole
because without you
I’m not whole
I’m only a fragment of myself
Bunnies are soft and cuddly. They’re supposed to be adorable and just – when you think of bunnies, doesn’t the forest scenery naturally seep into the background. Then it’s all rich brown dirt and deep green leaves and soft dusky sun filtering in and then – this tiny ball of soft fur peering up at you.
Hot damn bunny?
Is he a rabbit or a duck? Which is a wonderful bit from How I Met Your Mother.
Not quite sure how to tell which is which.
If I had a bunny I would totally breed it with my cat and make a bunny/cat. It would be awesome. Maybe I would dip it in nuclear acid and make a mutant bunny/cat. You know how epic that would be? It would probably overtake the world and eat Obama. which would be good for everyone. and then I would take the bunnycat and throw itat some douchebag who hit me with his van so it would totally smash his car. then I would probably eat the bunny cat cuz you know a man gets hungry…
furry and cute, eats carrots, easter bunny, poops eggs, kills all the flowers in your garden, stinks like shit and runns around in cages if their a pet to someone, is absolutely insane in some children’s book i used to read, i think it’s a vampire bunny or something.
A bunny jumps down a hill, gathering lovely flowers for his wife at home with their three children, oh how he wishes he was able to be with his lovely wife, oh how he wishes he could be with his lovely children!
I already did an article on bunnies. But they are just so adorable, I couldn’t resist a second time! My Ag teacher has one named Chad. He’s white and loves to pee on our backpacks during school. Even though he’s always on punishment, that never stops him.
“He’s cute like a bunny.” That’s how my friends and I describe some guys. I think it works perfectly. It’s not suggestive like “he’s cuuutttteeee!” it’s more… innocent :)
I read a book about rabbits. They were haunted. Then, everything the family owned was haunted. It wasn’t like they were actually haunted, just everything became strange.
Then my new shoes became haunted. I cried for 3 hours.
elevation
rabbit shoots photos at cats
easter is atime with family also christmas
shotguns
squirrels can be nasty
dangerous too
cds are fun to burn
not literally, like wood though
why bunny not rabbit or hare
or small mammal
id like to know
Bunnies are so cute. I don’t know what feature about them attracts our attention for they are not very interesting, yet, we have so many tall tales about them. For instance, the bunny and the hare. And what really is the difference between bunnies and rabbits?
The bunny bit into the leafy, green leaf. He inhaled. He loved the smell of the garden. It suited his long,sinewy body, and h felt very much a part of the outdoors. The hutch scared him; he didn’t understand the
i once had pet rabbits, named pepper and salt. they were adorable an dfuzy. I kept them in my little red barn and fed them every day. I also changed their water daily, and every sunday i would clean their cages. I remember being scared of going to the barn alone, because every sunday my family and I would watch buffy the vampire slayer which was full of scary vampires.
There was a distinct difference, at least to Tegan, between the toys on her bed and the toys on her wardrobe. The ones in her bed were close, familiar, old. The ones on the wardrobe, too, were old and familiar, but not quite in the same way.
But of all the toys she loved still at 19, the one she loved most, was bunny.
bunnies are cute and amazing creatures. they love carrots and they are widely used around easter for commercial purposes. they are cuddy little mammels that can be seen in forests. bambis best frierd was a bunny
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I like bunnies. once when I was 4 I was asked what I wanted for easter dinner. I replied bunny of course. Then my mom made hossenpfeffer. It was awesome. they are also cute. and tasty. and fuzzy. and have little noses that wiggle adorably.
The little bunny went hopping down the street. He was a silly bunny, with big red eyes and a white body and tail. This bunny wanted to kill everyone and eat their souls. Take it from me, he was not a very nice bunny. i do not like bunnies anymore. I do not like anything anymore because this fucking bunny ate me and my soul. What a dick.
the white bunny hopped across the wildflower field, into infidelity. the bunny was fluffy and soft and magical. a fucking magic bunny. you know when you had too much shit when you begin to talk about a whitefluffysoftmagic bunny.
its funny how this word always seems to end up in essays. There’s “the bunny test” where you insert it randomly in the essay to see if your teacher is really reading. Then there’s the stories about someone writing a bunny story instead of an actual answer.
Even thought I love bunnies, I can’t stand that they are used so often to symbolize Easter. Easter is my favorite holiday because it is of when my Savior rose from the dead and brought victory to my soul. Bunnies don’t do that.
there once was a bunny. he lived in a hole. he was white and fluffy and scared of big moles. he had hair on his head. and hair on his feet. he ran really fast. and liked carrots as a treat. He wasn’t real mean, and he wasn’t real nice, but he wouldn’t mind friends over and he liked mice.
rabbit hops bugs elmer shotgun daffy duck hole carrots easter eggs christ salvation God religion science biology chemistry microscopes lenses contacts eyes ears bunnies chocolate
one day i was biking down the street. i saw a bunny. i stopped to move it out of the road. then i decided it was better off dead. so i stomped it. It came back to life and sent me to hell. when i arrived in hell, i was ripped apart by zombies. I was upset. I tried to appeal to bunny Jesus but he hated me, and condemned me to a lifetime of torture.
There was once a bunny who lived in the forest. He had many a friend in this wood but none too close to his heart that he couldn’t rid himself of. The bunny, named Perry, forged a lance out of some twigs and fragmented acorn he found discarded next to a public oak.
A soft creature
Small graces of childlike innocence
Harsh lives unseen
How are we to know.
Lovely graces,
Light graces,
But are they left alone?
So intrigued to see.
I suppose this not the end for them.
But for us
She was wearing a bunny costume. “Welcome home, master”, she said. He stared. Gawked. Jaw dropped. He just did not know how to react. Usually she was the class’ “Miss Dull”, but today was different. Today, he recalled her saying, was special.
Soft, cuddly, cute. Bunny’s are what children’s dreams are made of, or at least until they receive said bunny.
Why is it bunny? This is too cute. I want to see a bunny is a tuxedo with a pocket watch. Little bunny foo foo seems like a redundant name.
There was a white fluffy bunny. It ate other bunnies. It was exiled from the bunny nation of Bunny-tonia. This made it sad. Because it was sad, it decided to slit it’s wrists in pure unadulturated teenage angst. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~~~ the other bunnies screamed as he bled to death :D
FIN.
he reminded me of the bunny from alice in wonderland – annoying, constantly moving, and very pushy. he took his joke of a position so seriously that it made me laugh a little on the inside.
Bunny is a woman from my old church. She wasn’t soft or furry. She couldn’t hop nor did she like carrots. She was just an old lady named Bunny. All I know is that I’d rather be the cat than the bunny.
A beautiful fluffy rabbit sat on the tree stump eating a carrot, wondering why he couldn’t be carnivorous like the fox. The bunny took a bite of the carrot, and sighed. Why couldn’t he be carnivorous like the wolf, snake or even some of the plants here in the forest. He was only a bunny; forever fluffy and forever a vegetarian. Whats so frightening about that? Crunch.
easter and cute little fluffy fellows, but sometimes i guess they bite. I have a few scars from my bunny. he was a little son of a bitch, but some bunnies are friendly. they’re all so soft. I actually think they prefer apples to carrots, which is a common misconception. bunnies are like horses I guess?
easter flowers,
easter eggs,
I loves easter
oh hey hey hey.
bunnies are cute!
He walked around the modern art museum, only mildly interested. Bored was the dominating emotional experience of his. Not for sis. She took her time, staring at each piece as if she was getting something incredible out of it. Not wanting to watch her fawn over every odd collection of items, he headed for a small dark room that looked pretty empty. And that was when he saw the pink, fluffy bunny. Dangling upside down in chains. Modern art museums were dope.
I had a bunny, Bugs was his name. He lived in a cage outside our house and never did much, so he was largely ignored by myself and my older 7 year old sister. Until the day a mean old hound dog invaded our home. The dog dug under the cage, and Bugs dug out, escaping. He did this, like a sort of game of chase. One that could have killed Bugs. But we called Animal Services and Bugs was finally safe from the hound dog after a few minutes.
soft and sweet. innocent and helpless. sniff a flower, hop away.
i have eleven bunny rabbits living in my glass of tequila. they like to swim around and play water polo. and i like to swim with them, but only on thursdays when i have my morning glass of woodbury wine.