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What else you going to plant in a weasel’s garden?

buns!

digging up buns

You must click this link for the big sloppy color version, with extra ninja toenail action. Yeah, up yours, Cute Overload!

There was a mound of clean, loose earth left over after the mighty Shit Processing Factory was installed, and Mummy Runnybabbit apparently snuggled right down into it and laid bunny eggs.

Because Uncle B is terribly old and terribly rich, he sometimes hires a couple of spry young lads to help him in the garding. They dug up these buns like ‘taters, they did. Shrieking and screaming (the buns, I mean). No sign of mama. Longtime readers may recall that rabbit’s milk is very nutritious and baby buns only need to nurse once a day. But I think these guys are old enough to be weaned.

I instructed Uncle B not to tell me what they did with them, because I assumed it was something horrible and manly. Took them by their back legs and cracked them like whips, perhaps. Bit they little heads off while singing Viking war ballads.

But no…Squishy McSlopbucket and his merry pirate crew took them into the next field over and left them in the embankment. Great. They’re going to be right back in our garding in no time. MAKING MORE BUNS.

Some day soon, Uncle B and I are going to have to have that little talk about the birds and the bees and the runnybabbits.

hot, cross buns

sock it to me

Comments


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 14, 2008, 11:43 am

Mmmm. Hossenfeffer…. 😉

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 14, 2008, 11:52 am

Today ith Thindy Brady’th forty-theventh birthday, by the way. I couldn’t quite squeeze a whole post out of that, but I was surprised. I thought she was younger.

Heard it on the radio this morning. It’s also David Crosby’s birthday, and the reporter said she had interviewed him years ago and he was her nastiest interview ever. Really mean to her.

 


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Time: August 14, 2008, 11:58 am

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Comment from Jill
Time: August 14, 2008, 12:08 pm

Ooooh! Bunny toes!

 


Comment from XBradTC
Time: August 14, 2008, 12:23 pm

Hey, I LIKE warm and fuzzy. In fact, keep them a few months and they can be made into some fine gloves….

 


Comment from JuliaM
Time: August 14, 2008, 12:34 pm

Mmmmm…

Pork belly, cider, onions, carrots, fresh thyme… 😉

 


Comment from Lemur King
Time: August 14, 2008, 12:41 pm

They are cute, cuddly, fuzzy, and really really delicious looking. And they breed like… well… rabbits. They are as ubiquitous as the $20 bill.

Think “beer-braised buns”.

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 14, 2008, 1:36 pm

You know, most people are happy with ONE rabbits foot……. LOL

 


Comment from Lemur King
Time: August 14, 2008, 2:04 pm

But Scubafreak, them feets rarely seem to be lucky for the original owner…

 


Comment from Jill
Time: August 14, 2008, 2:06 pm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAhh-SBHFE0

BB: Of course, if you really want to make something good, nothing beats a good old Louisiana Back-bay Bayou Bunny Bordelaise, a la Antoine.

Francois: A la Antoine? This Antoine of New Orleans?

BB: I don’t mean Antoine of Flatbush!!

 


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: August 14, 2008, 2:43 pm

Rabbits are cute as all get out and really nice creatures but they can be incredibly destructive in a hurry. And edible.

Did you know rabbits purr? They’re like cats that way, when happy and affectionate.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: August 14, 2008, 3:39 pm

AWWwwwwwww…..Good on Squishy McSlopbucket B and his band of squishy lads. It would have been a terrible thing to post pictures of handfuls of cuteness and then say you murdered ’em dead.

The husband doesn’t like eating rabbit. Says they is stinky whilst skinning.

 


Comment from Jill
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:25 pm

http ://www.duke.edu/~vci/Bunnies.bmp

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:41 pm

Ohhh nooo, the Bunnyhammer!

We ate a fair amount of game when I was a teenager. Meat was expensive and money was short. I hated it. Didn’t like the taste, didn’t like adorable fluffy things bleeding out in the sink. My mother made a big fucking deal about being Suzy Crockett, Queen of the Wild Frontier, if’n-you-kills-it-you-gots-to-eat-it…but I don’t think she liked it any more than I did.

I swear I’ll go veg someday out of sheer revulsion and goopiness.

 


Comment from Jill
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:43 pm

My dad used to go hunting.
Then the movie Bambi came out and he sold his shotgun.

🙂

(didn’t they hold an Olympics in Bunnehammer?)

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:44 pm

I swear I’ll go veg someday out of sheer revulsion and goopiness.

Careful, Your Grace. Last time you said that, a leftard showed up.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:52 pm

A vegetarian weasel?

Hahahahahahahahaha!

PS – I am neither terribly old, nor terribly rich. Terrible, yes.

 


Comment from Allen
Time: August 14, 2008, 4:53 pm

Bunnehammer, on one trip to Norway my friends took me to a restaurant at this place:

http://www.hunderfossen.no/English/

I had reindeer for dinner. Makes the children cry, gives you a warm feeling knowing you just ate Rudolph, and he was tasty.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 14, 2008, 5:20 pm

Just as a footnote – runnybabbits aren’t actually native to Britain. Hares are, but they ain’t.

In fact they’re another thing the Romans gave us (cue Life of Brian sketch).

So, you see, if they wasn’t going to be ate, they wouldn’t be here at all.

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 14, 2008, 5:32 pm

Well, if ya need any further encouragement, try this…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RlK0Xd4c2c

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 14, 2008, 5:46 pm

Scubafreak! That reminds me! Scubafreak is raising a kitteh dentist:

Schrodinger’s coat looks excellent. Nice strong stripes.

 


Comment from Lokki
Time: August 14, 2008, 9:48 pm

I once had my girlfriend’s father tell me,

“It’s all fun and games till the bunny dies”…

 


Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: August 14, 2008, 9:59 pm

I like my rabbit fried! Yum-My! Fatten those little suckers up for a few months and you have gloves, slippers and dinner!

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: August 14, 2008, 10:47 pm

I had to kill some rabbits for a medical experiment a while back. Ugh. Said experiment is why I am now an electrical engineer – all I kill is capacitors, and those are fun to blow up.

Come to think of it, blowing up rabbits is probably fun (“One, two, five!”). I, on the other hand, had to watch their hearts slow to a stop as the anesthetic took effect and then cut their legs off and carve all the meat off the bone. Then I had to use a hacksaw to cut off the portion of the bone we were testing, and then I had to ride my bicycle across campus with a bag of rabbit bones in my backpack. On my birthday.

 


Comment from Stashiu3
Time: August 14, 2008, 11:03 pm

Ok, now I know what to tell the kids I want for my next birthday. Thanks Mrs. Peel! 🙂

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:56 am

Jeez, Mrs. Peel. That sounds absolutely traumatizing.

Did you at least get to eat the leftovers?

(oh so sorry i could not resist)

 


Comment from XBradTC
Time: August 15, 2008, 2:14 am

Our messhall in Germany served rabbit all the time. I never would have tried it, but I thought it was chicken-“gimme summa dat.” Pretty good stuff. And it is so much nicer that I never had to look at them in their uncooked, furry state.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: August 15, 2008, 8:12 am

The fun part was that they served baked chicken in the dining hall that evening, so I got to discuss carving technique and completely gross my friends out. heh.

That reminds me, Stoaty, I’ve been meaning to ask. In that post where you were talking about caring too much to actually help people, you said you fell on the “boo-hoo” end of the scale. Did you mean “boo-hoo” sarcastically (e.g., “boo frickin’ hoo”) or seriously?

(For me, it depends on the problem. If you got yourself into the bad situation through making bad choices, I may just point and laugh. [I also have a tendency to point and laugh at bums begging on the street corner, since I grew up in a neighborhood surrounded by them. I’ve watched them operate almost all my life and no longer have any sympathy. This fact tends to horrify people who have been tucked away in their rich cocoon-neighborhoods all their life.] On the other hand, if something out of your control happens, like your little kid getting cancer, I will blubber.)

 


Comment from pajama momma
Time: August 15, 2008, 8:22 am

I see Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail. Uncle B’s name’s not Mr. McGregor is it?

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 15, 2008, 9:47 am

No, not sarcastically, Mrs P. I’m a goopy slopbag — though, like you, I don’t have much sympathy for the messes people get themselves into.

Okay, there’s a word for it. You got me. I’m a bunny-hugger.

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: August 15, 2008, 10:02 am

Heh, love scubafreak’s picture. The dog is hilarious. Looks like it would enjoy ‘nomming’ some chunks out of it’s attacker.

 


Comment from Lemur King
Time: August 15, 2008, 11:54 am

Bunny-huggers and duck-squeezers, oh my.

I have a question for you folks – because there are lots of animal lovers (huggers, squeezers, and digesters). We have a deposit on the english shepherd pup. Depending on who you talk to, some say “don’t wrestle with your dog or he/she will become Cujo” and others say “wrestle with your dog or he/she will need ECT by age four years.” So which is it? When you start getting into doggy psychology, I get confused.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: August 15, 2008, 12:33 pm

I’m not an expert on dog psychology, but I’d say it depends on the dog. Some dogs like to be wrestled with, and some don’t. For a puppy, I would suggest only very gentle wrestling, and watch his/her reaction. There’s a difference between the “This is fun!” bark and the “I really wish you would stop this” bark.

Maybe you could google around and see if Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer, has said anything on the topic.

 


Comment from Stashiu3
Time: August 15, 2008, 12:35 pm

Wrestling, followed by hugs and calmness. That way they’re playful and loving without sustained aggression. If they don’t learn that the rough-housing is supposed to be temporary and limited, they think it’s how we want them to behave. Just my experience, but I’ve had dogs my whole life and they’ve always been well-behaved, but willing to play.

 


Comment from Pupster
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:14 pm

*puts on singlet*

 


Comment from Lemur King
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:28 pm

Thanks Mrs. Peel and Stash.

I had dogs as a kid and know the “I’m in trouble” bark, so I’m not worried there.

You hit my confusion spot exactly which was “Can you play with a rambunctious pup but avoid the growly-aggressive potential?” I want a happy dog, not a Stepford Pooch.

 


Comment from pajama momma
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:41 pm

ok, here’s my thought on people getting themselves into stupid messes. I’m very sympathetic to people who’ve gotten themselves into messes because they were sexually or physically abused as kids.

Sometimes it takes them a long time to realize that they’re reacting to the abuses they suffer as a child. Sometimes they never realize it’s why they make terrible choices. For example always being attracted to the wrong type of guy because they don’t feel like they deserve better.

Ah, I guess I’m just a sucker.

 


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:46 pm

Check this out:
http://stashiu3.mee.nu/d.c._gun_ban_to_be_overturned_soon

LOL! I love feisty Texan pols!

 


Comment from Jill
Time: August 15, 2008, 1:55 pm

Someone planted a slew of these in Uncle B’s garden:

http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50245603/Bunny_Egg.jpg

 


Comment from Machinist
Time: August 15, 2008, 2:11 pm

Stashiu3 said,
“Wrestling, followed by hugs and calmness. That way they’re playful and loving without sustained aggression.”

That’s so…….never mind. I believe Stashiu is exactly right.

I believe this is true with most higher mammals, including people. It also allows rough play while still recognizing who is the boss. Too many dog owners confuse their dogs on this score.

 


Comment from Jill
Time: August 15, 2008, 2:40 pm

For her Stoatiness:

I’d like to be with Uncle B
In a runnybabbit garden in the shade
He’d let us in ‘cause we bring gin
Into his runnybabbit garden in the shade

I’d ask my friends to come and see
A runnybabbit garden with me
I’d like to be with Uncle B
In a runnybabbit garden in the shade.

We would be warm beside the swarm
Of hot cross buns in the UK
Resting our head, on wabbits fed
In a runnybabbit garden near a cave

Buns would sing and dance around
because they know they shan’t be found
I’d like to be with Uncle B
In a runnybabbit garden in the shade

🙂

 


Comment from porknbean
Time: August 15, 2008, 2:59 pm

Awww….a sorta stoaty love ballad to Uncle B.

 


Comment from Machinist
Time: August 15, 2008, 3:06 pm

The bunnies nibble,
eating the garden’s bounty.
Off to buy produce.

 


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 15, 2008, 4:04 pm

Yup, Jada and Schroedinger are my clowns. At first, Jada wouldn’t have anything to do with him, and got rather insulted the first time Schroedinger pawed at her nose. Now, the two are almost inseparable……

 


Comment from Jessica
Time: August 15, 2008, 4:17 pm

Holy crap they are cute!!!

I raised buns for a couple of years, and almost nothing is cuter than a baby bunny. Because I am queer, I crocheted a papoose, put the buns in it, and carried them around with me. Or I would put one in my shirt pocket. Kissing them on the nose, rubbing their toes, and carrying them around resulted in the tamest, most lovable bunnies anywhere. And yep, they do purr!

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: August 15, 2008, 4:25 pm

pj momma, I was thinking more along the lines of people who buy houses they can’t afford with money they don’t have and then expect taxpayers to pick up the bill. I think pointing and laughing is the correct response to that sort of behavior, rather than “Oh poor darling, did the naughty mortgage company force you to sign the papers on that $400,000 house? Awww, come to Mommy for hugs and kisses. Mommy will make everything all right.”

 


Comment from pajama momma
Time: August 15, 2008, 4:32 pm

Ohhhhh, I get it now Mrs. Peel. Those kinda people irritate the hee haw heck out of me. Especially since I can’t point my finger and laugh at them, because they’re too busy pointing and laughing at me knowing my tax dollars have to bail their arses out.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: August 15, 2008, 5:16 pm

pjm and mp … I would add yet another class to the mix, and that is the professional-victim people that go on the radio sobbing about how they only make $30K/year and how getting that loan was the answer to their dreams and how they were victimized. Yes, you were taken by unscrupulous lenders, but you LET YOURSELF BE TAKEN. How many times do people have to be told that “if something looks too good to be true, it probably is”? One more time, I guess…

If folks would do a bit more to save money ahead, even if it takes a few more years, and get their payments down, it’s do-able. Instant gratification through complex loans isn’t exactly intelligent.

 


Comment from LemurKing
Time: August 15, 2008, 5:21 pm

Oh yes… Schrodinger Katt and Puppy Dogg photo above – reminds me of this one:

http ://lemurking.wordpress.com/definitions/ (note the space after “http”)

Look for the photo under “Secret Shame”. It’s clean, really.

 

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