Post by jacqui on Dec 15, 2008 22:16:18 GMT
Yes, I really am that sad 
Once upon a time, there lived a pink and fluffy rabbit, who was very rampant, on account of the tablets supplied by the spam e-mails, which had other side effects, like making the rabbit vibrate! But once the batteries ran out, he was less attractive to the beavers in the bushes, but a hedge trimmer prevailed, trimming the bush Brazilian style. “Oi!! Stop!!” said the beavers. “You are defiling my bush” the upset rabbit protested loudly, “but my batteries are flat.”
Pink, fluffy Flopsy then saw a very large brown bear, who said to the rabbit “ooh, yum, rabbit stew tonight!” You can’t eat me because I maintain the sacred bushes and they always need trimming. The bear growled loudly and said to the rabbit, “When can you trim my bush?”
“Not this week, I’ve got to sharpen my tool.”
“But there’s a hole in my bush that needs some attention.”
“I’ve got to plant a seed but it needs fertilized.”
“Manure is good.” Said the brown bear. “No problemo, Long-ears”
“There’s plenty of manure in my bank garden. It depends on the vintage and texture, but it’s all good suff.”
Suddenly, a strange slurping noise could be heard from inside the old garden shed, that sounded like a bear having a long cool drink of Special Brew and enjoying a big, fat, juicy cheroot, which was acquired while in Amsterdam.
“Wow, man…like…far out, this is some good shit.” he said, forking manure into his rhubarb. “Pass me the doobie, bro.” he said to the rabbit, wearing a bikini and playing with a big hare in a g-string. Trying to get his dongle untangled from the thingy was awkward, with the beavers watching nonchalantly, as they stroked their long and very hairy whiskers.
A burgeoning masterpiece, even if I say so myself. Keep up the good work ;D
Once upon a time, there lived a pink and fluffy rabbit, who was very rampant, on account of the tablets supplied by the spam e-mails, which had other side effects, like making the rabbit vibrate! But once the batteries ran out, he was less attractive to the beavers in the bushes, but a hedge trimmer prevailed, trimming the bush Brazilian style. “Oi!! Stop!!” said the beavers. “You are defiling my bush” the upset rabbit protested loudly, “but my batteries are flat.”
Pink, fluffy Flopsy then saw a very large brown bear, who said to the rabbit “ooh, yum, rabbit stew tonight!” You can’t eat me because I maintain the sacred bushes and they always need trimming. The bear growled loudly and said to the rabbit, “When can you trim my bush?”
“Not this week, I’ve got to sharpen my tool.”
“But there’s a hole in my bush that needs some attention.”
“I’ve got to plant a seed but it needs fertilized.”
“Manure is good.” Said the brown bear. “No problemo, Long-ears”
“There’s plenty of manure in my bank garden. It depends on the vintage and texture, but it’s all good suff.”
Suddenly, a strange slurping noise could be heard from inside the old garden shed, that sounded like a bear having a long cool drink of Special Brew and enjoying a big, fat, juicy cheroot, which was acquired while in Amsterdam.
“Wow, man…like…far out, this is some good shit.” he said, forking manure into his rhubarb. “Pass me the doobie, bro.” he said to the rabbit, wearing a bikini and playing with a big hare in a g-string. Trying to get his dongle untangled from the thingy was awkward, with the beavers watching nonchalantly, as they stroked their long and very hairy whiskers.
A burgeoning masterpiece, even if I say so myself. Keep up the good work ;D