Hole of the Eternal Black Reptilian Underground

 

We eat rabbits.

In the fine tradition of cults, zones, and nihilist anarchy, in an all enduring quest for freedom from something or other, after so many tiring pleas from beggars and trolls, heartfelt words of encouragement, condescending sarcastic remarks, finally one man had the courage to simply dare.  Well, you know, like, what was everyone else's problem?  Be it known we eat rabbits here, so if your'e looking for a hole to climb down, this one's already taken, but you can have the bones if you decide to hang out.

Tired of all the ridiculous blather from A to Z in the narrative?  Add your own right here!  See if anyone cares. Time travelers, extra terrestrials, subterraneans, psychopaths, and bimbos wearing cheap sunglasses at the beach, all are welcome here except whistle-blowing gutless cretins and liars or anyone that eats beef because like it says, we eat rabbits here, so learn to read.


A Reading from the Book of Dead Beef:

     "My jaw dropped to the floor.  About five feet tall, fat, ugly, and a face
that looked like someone threw paint at her through a screen door.  This was
not a girl I wanted to ball, much less look at. I mumbled a feeble "Hi" and
went to sleep right away." -- the Pusher

And hey, that was on a good day! Want some topic posted? Shout it out to Bunny F00-F00 or start your own blog. As the poseur who cried wolf once said, "i dare you.....................".

huggies!

:D