Hoppings of Roxette Bunny

Morning Smiles from the Bunny

There is this little boy about 12 years old walking down the sidewalk pulling a wagon and dragging a flattened frog on a string behind it, when he comes up to the doorstep of a house of ill repute.

He knocks on the door and the madam comes to answer it, sees him and asks what he wants. He says he wants what she is selling inside, and has the money to buy it and isn't leaving until he gets it. She thinks she could have some fun with him, so she tells him to come in.

Once he gets in, she tells him to pick one of the girls he likes. He asks her if any of the girls have any diseases and, of course, the madam says no. He tells her he has heard all the men in town talking about having to go to the hospital and get shots after making love with Mable, and she is the girl he wants and he has the money to pay for it.

The madam tells him to go upstairs and go to the first room on the right. So he heads down the hall dragging the frog behind him. Ten minutes later, he comes back down still dragging the frog.

He pays the madam, picks up his wagon and starts to head out the door. The madam stops him and asks him just why he picked the only girl she had in the place with a disease, instead of one of the others.

He replies, "Well, if you must know, tonight when I get home, my mother and father are going out to a restaurant to eat, leaving me at home with a baby-sitter. When they leave, I am going to make love to the baby-sitter and give her the disease I just caught. When mom and dad get home, dad will take the baby-sitter home and, on the way, he will make love to her and he will catch it. When dad gets home, he and mom will go to bed and they will make love and mom will catch it. In the morning when dad goes to work, the milkman will deliver the milk and he will make love to mom and he will catch it, and HE IS THE SON-OF-A-GUN WHO RAN OVER MY FROG!!!!"

Apologies accepted

The Bunny's been busy, and decided to take a down day today, and the bears (thankfully) let me sleep in. A rainy morning will do that to you, don't you know.

I accept Tink's apology for threatening to make stew out of me one too many times. You see, I had threatened to move, and they (SilverBlue, PoloRandy and Tink) know that I'd make good on my threat.

Things around the Shenandoah Forester have been quiet (I wonder what's going to happen! :-) )

Gotta go... we're playing hide and seek, and I'm it!

Hop at you later...
RB™

People Don't Get The Hint

After removing another 3 spam from the overnight hours, I guess it's just about time for me to turn comments off. I don't want to, but I don't know of a way to prevent all the porn spam from making a mockery of my site.

The Bunny is hopping mad!

Tink seemed to be feeling a little better (even though she WOULDN'T listen to Nurse Bunny and SLEEP so she could get better...I wanted to pummel her with an organic carrot but it was, uhm, so tasty and tender that, uhm... I kinda ate it) so off to work she went. I think she's minding some brats children this evening so we may or may not see her.

Anyways, hope that everyone stays out of the heat (unless you're in Oz, and then I hope you stay warm!).

Much bunny love...
RB™

One Sick, Too Sick

One Sick: Tink, who has no voice. She won't listen to Nurse Bunny, who ALWAYS knows that's best, so I informed her that if she kept arguing with me, I was going to slice her tongue out and beat her senseless with it. After all, she has no voice, so what does she need with a tongue anyway?

Too Sick: This incessant spam. though I'm trying to clear it out daily, even if I don't have a post to make. Therefore it won't be but so bad. I really don't want to read about bodily functions, ok?

My parting shot, a joke:

A woman comes home to find her husband armed with a fly-swat. She asks what he is doing, to which he replies "I'm hunting flies."

"How's the hunt going?"

"I got three male and two females!"

Of course, the wife thinks he's crazy, but asks "how could you tell?"

"Well," he replies, "three were on the beer can and two were on the phone!"

Hop at you later.
RB™

Update

Well, I’m back, and I don’t want anything to think that I’m being an unappreciative bunny, because believe me, I appreciate everyone who drops by my blog, and I also appreciate Pixy for so kindly hosting my site.

What I do NOT appreciate, however, is logging to my blog today and finding that I have to go and remove over 40 pieces of spam. It’s not like I have a heavily read blog (like Silver Blue, or Pixy, or Susie, etc.)

I love roaming the cow-puppy dotted hillside here in Munuvia. Unfortunately, the main world breaks in and leaves their litter. They bring out the dominatrix in me. I feel the need to put on a leather bustier, break out the electric cattle prod and cat of nine tails and start whoopin’ some spammer butt.

Of course, I realize that it’s some asshat (to borrow one of Silver Blue’s phrases) who has programmed their spaminizer computer to spew forth their links of porn, casinos, etc. I just, from the bottom of my true, sky blue bunny heart, wish there was a way to stick my paw in front of their datastream, deflecting their stupidity, and sending them to a deserted island where there is no net connectivity, no electricity, no food, and no money.

It’s bad enough that I log on to my email daily and end up with 61 pieces of spam daily. What do they think a bunny is going to do with Cialis? I do think I’m going to turn into a blue whirlwind if I get one more piece of mail saying “Ever wish you had a f*ckfriend?” No, I haven’t. I’m not that kind of girl, dammittttttt!

The weather has been hot, sticky, and almost unbearable. We’ve gotten a couple good lightshows (Short-Top has been frightened, but I keep some lettuce and celery handy and he’s starting to look forward to our late night watching the rain.)

As many of you have figured, this year I’m not traveling as much as I have previously. Not that I’m slowing down or anything, just that I don’t like traveling alone, and Silver Blue and PoloRandy have basically nixed having a vacation this year, due to so many of PoloRandy’s family passing away.

While I’m on a rant, however, allow me to address something to the three human housemates I have: clean your mess up. I’m tired of seeing folded laundry just sit there for three weeks. I’m tired of boxes everywhere I hop (and threatening to fall over on me), I’m tired of cereal bowls being left on the endtables overnight. Yes, I realize you three lead busy lives, but for the love of all things cute (and that would include me) quit being lazy bums and pick up after yourself. Otherwise, you may just come home one day and find that I’ve enlisted the bears to help me push all of your junk to the curb.

At least Silver Blue took 10 big boxes of stuff OUT of the house today to ship away. Wit the way he was brining stuff in, there for a while, I was beginning to wonder if there’d be any flat surface to hop on. Can’t we all just live together? Or is this bunny trying to use logic that’s outdated?

Please, people. Don't make me turn comments off. Or have to leave MuNu because I can't regulate spam. :(

Guess that will do it for now, let me go before my ears and nose begin to twitch even more.

RB™

Hoppy Independence Day Everyone

Ok, ok, so I'm a day late...

but this girl's been busy.

Saturday I hopped in Kosheen (Silver Blue's Grand Am) and we zoomed up to the DC area to see Revog, Turbotech, and to meet up with Tink and Mr. Roboto.

PoloRandy decided to forgo the trip and work at his mother's. He's ended up coming down with another bad case of poison ivy. Guess that means no rest for the weary, as they've put him back on prednazone again. Sheesh!

Still, it was a nice excursion, and it allowed Silver Blue to try out his new trasmitter that works with his Xclef. All the way back, he and I duetted, while Brahn and Cosmic danced, and Bi-B accompanied us on percussion. I'm sure it was a sight to behold as we zoomed down I-95 doing 70/75. (Hey, we had to keep up traffic.)

Anyway, a good time was had by all, and when we finally made it home (before midnight), we all collapsed.

Silver Blue's in the middle of clearing out the house (once again), so please (for our sakes) visit and buy some things:

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More good news is that things may actually be looking up for him, little by little. Poor guy has been through more stuff than he'll mention, but we talked about it on the trip. All I can say is that it's frustrating, at best, to have to deal with everything he does in and out of the office.

I've been remiss on a number of things I've overheard in the carrot patch, but I'm sure that given how busy everyone is (and yes, that even includes YOU), everyone understands.

Maybe it's because I'm a mere bunny, but I've noticed how crazy you humans have started to act.

(1) The Terri Schaivo case. I've kept my bunny bouche closed simply because I think it's bizarre to have someone on life support when they've checked out. So the ventilation system still works; the power has short circuited, and the main computer was damnaged beyond repair. Now that she's gone, it's time to let her rest in peace. Quit squabbling over her death, her tombstone, etc. Celebrate her life and the time that you had with her. Even bunnies have a sense of pride in life, and know that when one has bowed out, it's not a time for greiving -- it's a time of celebration. Have you humans become so self invovled that you can't recognize that?

(2) The Michael Jackson case. Hoah-boy. I think Whacko-Jacko got lucky and got out of this one. But he's not the only guilty party in this case. The parents are just as guilty, if not more guilty, for pimping their kids and allowing them to sleep, in the same bed, as a 40-something year old man. They knew of MJ's history, and they smelled money to be had. So they went for it, and failed. Unfortunately, there were no winners in that case.

(3) Live-8. "Make Poverty History," they claim. It would have been nice if we actaully could have seen some of the concert on MTV or VH1, but those two networks are no longer interested in music. They're more interested in reality TV shows, Pimp My Ride, and I Love the (whatvever) strikes back, part deux, etc. Disappointing at best. It was nice, however, to read reports that Pink Floyd had reunited for this important cause. I also hear that Annie Lennox put on a heart-wrenching performance of her song "Why", where the cameras were focused on the screens, showing scenes of poverty and death in Africa. But I don't think I'm alone when I say Annie, give the song a break now. It's a great tune, but it's being used at every solemn event.

(4) Rain (or not). We've not had the traditional amount of rain this year, which means that the carrot crops are beginning to suffer. While I'm not asking for flooding (the memories of Isabel are far to vivid and recent to ask for heavy rain), it would be nice to keep the clover and carrots alive.

(5) Did cows go on strike, or is the cost of living skyrocketing that much? Beef is routinely over $5 a pound, milk is now over $4 a gallon... maybe we need to end subsidies. I've noticed that the paychecks that Tink, Silver Blue and PoloRandy bring home don't have that kind of increases in them. Some one, some where is getting fat and happy.

(6) What's up with all these "luxury" condos being built? I've read in the local paper that many places are beginning construction of "luxury" condos in the $300K to $2M range. Where are the people who will be inhabiting these condos? For whom do they work? Even if PoloRandy, Tink and Silver Blue were to combine paychecks, they would be hard pressed to afford one of these condos. And that's before condo fees, etc, etc are added in. Affordable housing is fast becoming a thing of the past, and I'm glad that Silver Blue owns the Shenandoah Forester. Though with recent Supreme Court rulings, I'm a little uneasy. After all, if Virginia is going to be as uber-conservative as it normally is, that little bit of State Legal Code that protects the average homeowner will quickly be overturned (and quietly, I may add).

I'll leave you now with a joke:

All hotel rooms have a copy of the Gideon Bible as a comfort to travellers and it was natural for the tub-thumping evangelist to reach for it and thumb through a few pages before going downstairs for a nightcap before retiring.

He soon engaged the barmaid in conversation and was still chatting her up at closing time when she even sgreed to come to his room where, after another drink, they adjourned to the bed.

"Should we be doing this?" she giggled as she undressed. "after all, you are a man of the cloth."

"I assure you it is alright. It is written in the Bible," he said, dropping his trousers.

During her post-coitus cigarette, a very reflective time for women, she said to the Bible-basher: "Show me the passage which it says we should have done what we did."

The evangalist picked up the Bible and turned to the fly-leaf to show her the quote: "The barmaid downstairs is a certainty."


Hop at you later...
Much bunny love...
RB™