Having A Bad Hare Day.
March 21, 2008
Throwing up into a bucket at regular intervals is hardly one of my favourite activities – especially not on my day off. So, no tale today, dears – I’m resting my delicate constitution so I can gorge myself with chocolate and hot cross buns on Sunday.
Also, I couldn’t think of anything funny to say about rabbits.
March 22, 2008 at 4:20 am
Get well, soon!
Hippitty hoppitty smooches,
The Tart
; *
March 23, 2008 at 5:53 am
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hopping down the bunny trail
Hippity, hoppity trip…
March 24, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Sign in butchery in England, just below some bunny carcases:
Watership Down; you’ve read the book, you’ve seen the movie…now eat the cast.
*evil cackle*
March 25, 2008 at 9:48 am
Hope you had a hop, hop, hoppy Easter – get lots of eggs in your basket then?
March 25, 2008 at 1:20 pm
The Tart: Thanks, dear. I was feeling sufficiently improved to murder a couple of buns yesterday, so all was not lost.
daisyfae:
There lies Peter Cottontail
letting out a bloody wail
#%#@, @#$@#!!, flip…
I think I’ve thplit my lip!
(Hare lip. Geddit?)
dolface. You’ve got to love the Brits. But carefully, and from a great distance.
Parenthesis: I try not to put all my eggs into one basket, you know.
March 28, 2008 at 5:10 am
If all else fails, perhaps the “hare” of the dog will help raise spirits? :-) Sorry, couldn’t resist.
March 28, 2008 at 2:45 pm
Don’t apologise, dear – that sounds like just the thing to liven up our next seance. ; )