RABBIT RABBIT MARCH 2026

Rabbit rabbit. Supposed to be the first thing you say on the first day of the month. But I was preoccupied and mentally still in the last month. Twenty ninth day of, tomorrow would be the thirtieth. So belated rabbit rabbit. Rabbity rabbits.

The month has started off interestingly. I got to listen to the boys in the backroom talking about their drug experience with each other, which is probably a very Marin County thing. Dang y'all a bunch of crazed hippie freaks.

Despite the fact that y'all older than Jayzis.


Still, that's better than hearing how y'all wholeheartedly support the senile orange blowtoad. With every shred of your miserable stinking beings. Because he's hot and sexy in his dark blue suit.

Disgusting. Perverts.

What I also got to hear was that Jello salads are repulsive, quite nauseating, really. In detail. While I was eating my lunch.

You know, lunch?

Boys, I'm chowing down on pizza with lots of Sriracha, no we don't have any ranch dressing in the fridge none of us here are sicko pervs, so I don't need to know about your potlucks and church suppers in some Midwestern hellhole, okay? This is California. We have food here.

And I'll tolerate your drinking a bit too much. You're all old and decrepit. But the moment you start toking or snorting I'm calling both your families and the cops. We'll just see who is here first to pick you up. Because y'all have too little gourd to tolerate you getting stoned out of it.


Rabbit rabbit.



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