Rabbit rabbit. Per ancient Anglo custom handed down from Mount Sinai, one customarily must say rabbit rabbit first thing in the morning of the first day of the month. It brings good luck or some such, and you can rest assured that while I do not blog on Saturday till after sunset, hence the lateness at which rabbit rabbit appears here, I am under no such constrictions in real life or on Facebook.
Of course here I can say whatever I want. Which in both real life and on Facebook is nearly impossible. Very much of what I say goes against Facebook's idiotic and infantile community standards, and is likely to trigger butterflies. Who really should log the hell off and have a cup of chamomile tea if they feel like that. Here's your participation trophy, nasty knowing y'all, goodbye. The rest of us are adults, and not nearly so sensitive.
Rabbits can be very vicious animals.
Rabbit rabbit, rabid butterflies.
This blog is not Christian, gluten-free, or in any way vegetarian-friendly. Neither are rabbits. There's that well-known incident in which a passle of rabbits attacked religious pilgrims on the road to Santiago de Compostella during the late middle-ages, robbed them of all their valuables, and left nothing except the raggy clothes they were wearing, having eaten their hapless victims alive. Oh, it was frightful.
Apparently, calling the Trumpite Christian rightwing a bunch of moronic dickheads is considered bad on facebook. Even though it's spot on, one hundred percent accurate.
Some of them have severe brainrot from syphilis, congenital in parts of the country.
Red states where there are family traditions you don't want to know about.
You saw The X-Files years ago? They didn't tell the half of it.
Mmm, chamomile tea. So calming!
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