lunchbox has one toy that will not perish. it's name is the _____ing dead rabbit. today, i have chronicled a portion of the life of the dead rabbit- this story contains violence and the f-word, so beware:
it all started innocently enough- lunch has a fear of guitars, and so when i was playing, she was barking and such. i put it down, let her sniff:
then, when lunch wasn't looking,:
the dead fucking rabbit attacked her, flying on the guitar with all the fervor of wonderboy:
a battle ensued. the f- word was used.
then, the unthinkable happened-- the fucking dead rabbit went for a jugular shot and almost killed lunchbox:
i thought it was over for my fat pig with fur, but in the end, she was trimphant. here she is, basking in her victory:
after a bit of ear-chewing, i made lunchbox apologize, and she and the fucking dead rabbit made up (it isn't the first time). here they are, best friends yet again:
until next time.
the end.
