Rabbit rabbit. This blogger is looking forward to Dave's monthly illustration of rabbits getting jacked on coffee, and Sid and Kristen posting photos of their rabbits.
All of them have different appeal. Dave's look like they're staving off existential dread in coffee shops that keep some customers away by playing both heavy metal and experiment jazz, Sid and Kristen's leporids seem like they need a cat tree. Only just a little bit more horizontal.
Es ist eine komplete gestalt sache.
This blogger is baffled as to why when I typed 'leporid' into my search bar I ended up with 'total bowel release, proven results, official website' and 'booking dot com'. Yeah, okay, how do those relate? And does A.I. want me to check into a spa or luxury hotel for a pooh fest? Just how much money does A.I. think I have? Surely I can pooh all I want at home?
Is anything wrong with that?
I am hideously upset that A.I. is concerned with my pooh situation. Do they not realize by now that I am not like other Americans, AND this computer user is in California where we don't eat fried crap morning noon and night?
We have more bicycles in this state than personal mobility scooters.
Unlike Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi.
And unlike numerous celebrities in Deep Southern places, very few people here spend their waking hours in hammocks, on the couch, or lazing in the porch swing drinking gallons of sweet ice tea while washing down the boiled peanuts and cheetos.
It's a deliberate lifestyle choice.
Rabbit rabbit.
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