Post: I liek bunnies
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05-30-2012, 05:33 PM
#1
LuckyAiden
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The pet store was selling them for 5€ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like bunnies.
I took my 200 bunnies home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the bunnies were so inexpensive: they all died but two. No apparent reason. Damn cheap bunnies.
I didn't know what to do. There were 198 dead bunnies lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet bunny and 197 dead, dry bunnies & 2 alive bunnies.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead bunny in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two bunnies at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to put out the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my bunnies and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my bunnies. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one too. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know what to say. They said that they like them but I could tell they were lying. So I punched them in the genitals because I'm a beast..
Some news about the 2 bunnies survivor : Watch my sig ^^
I Like Bunnies .
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05-30-2012, 05:36 PM
#3
JordanCarr
Glasgow Rangers FC
Originally posted by NeedaFapSoon
I Like Bunnies
The pet store was selling them for 5€ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like bunnies.
I took my 200 bunnies home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the bunnies were so inexpensive: they all died but two. No apparent reason. Damn cheap bunnies.
I didn't know what to do. There were 198 dead bunnies lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet bunny and 197 dead, dry bunnies & 2 alive bunnies.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead bunny in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two bunnies at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to put out the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my bunnies and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my bunnies. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one too. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know what to say. They said that they like them but I could tell they were lying. So I punched them in the genitals because I'm a beast..
Some news about the 2 bunnies survivor : Watch my sig ^^
I Like Bunnies .
The pet store was selling them for 5€ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like bunnies.
I took my 200 bunnies home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the bunnies were so inexpensive: they all died but two. No apparent reason. Damn cheap bunnies.
I didn't know what to do. There were 198 dead bunnies lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet bunny and 197 dead, dry bunnies & 2 alive bunnies.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead bunny in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two bunnies at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to put out the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my bunnies and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my bunnies. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one too. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know what to say. They said that they like them but I could tell they were lying. So I punched them in the genitals because I'm a beast..
Some news about the 2 bunnies survivor : Watch my sig ^^
I Like Bunnies .
hmm... WTF is this?
05-30-2012, 05:38 PM
#4
LuckyAiden
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05-30-2012, 05:49 PM
#7
xd366
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Originally posted by NeedaFapSoon
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
i dont understand
1 dead bunny + 2 dead frozen bunnies + 197 dead = 200.
you bought 200.
so where did the surviving bunnies come from?
05-30-2012, 06:00 PM
#8
Axiom
PC Gamer
Originally posted by NeedaFapSoon
I Like Bunnies
The pet store was selling them for 5€ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like bunnies.
I took my 200 bunnies home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the bunnies were so inexpensive: they all died but two. No apparent reason. Damn cheap bunnies.
I didn't know what to do. There were 198 dead bunnies lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet bunny and 197 dead, dry bunnies & 2 alive bunnies.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead bunny in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two bunnies at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to put out the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my bunnies and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my bunnies. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one too. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know what to say. They said that they like them but I could tell they were lying. So I punched them in the genitals because I'm a beast..
Some news about the 2 bunnies survivor : Watch my sig ^^
I Like Bunnies .
The pet store was selling them for 5€ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like bunnies.
I took my 200 bunnies home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the bunnies were so inexpensive: they all died but two. No apparent reason. Damn cheap bunnies.
I didn't know what to do. There were 198 dead bunnies lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet bunny and 197 dead, dry bunnies & 2 alive bunnies.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead bunny in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two bunnies at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to put out the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet bunny in my toilet, two dead, frozen bunnies in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred bunnies in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my bunnies and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my bunnies. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one too. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know what to say. They said that they like them but I could tell they were lying. So I punched them in the genitals because I'm a beast..
Some news about the 2 bunnies survivor : Watch my sig ^^
I Like Bunnies .
You don't have the full video of your signature by any chance? I want to see the rest.
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