Gosh. That is a hard question. I mean… it’s like those psychology questions, you know? About what kind of tree you’d want to be or things like that? That one’s easy — I’d be a Willow. Willows are so pretty and thin — willowy, even. Oh. My. Gosh. I just got that! Willowy! Why don’t all the trees become adjectives? “How does she look?” “Kind of Poplarish.” That sort of thing. There’s ‘oaky,’ but that’s supposed to describe taste, I think? Something like that. I wish they’d all get on the same page with that.
But, back to pizza toppings. I thought ‘carrot,’ for a minute, because it’s Bun-Bun’s favorite pizza topping. (I never saw the appeal. I mean, I like carrots and all but on pizza it’s… it isn’t.) I mentioned that to Bugs, though, and he stared at me. “You can’t say ‘carrot,’” he said. I wanted to know why not.
"Because. You can’t say carrot. It sends the wrong message."
And that’s just silly. Pizza can’t send messages. Pizza has no hands for texting. Can you imagine? A pizza with hands, all typing on its little phone. It’s adorable. Though would the hands themselves be mini-pizzas? Could we eat them? Or would they be decorative?
So, I thought about pepperoni, but Porky would feel weird. That lets sausage out too. Green peppers, maybe — but they’re so slimy! I’m not slimy, am I? I mean, I bathe. I use conditioner.
I’d say cheese but come on. Everyone says cheese. It’s your go to answer. Really, I might as well say ‘pizza’ as the answer, on the theory that pizza is itself a topping, and that’s silly. Oh, wait — except when you do those little English muffins with mozzarella and sauce and maybe pepperoni, they call it pizza topping. Does that mean we could make a pizza with actual pizza topping on top of it? Where would it end? And would that cost extra? I mean… really, pizza topping should be included, don’t you think?
So, I asked Speedy — he knows his pizzas, I can tell you. He looked at me for a long moment? For a minute, I thought the question had stunned him.
"Sun dried tomatoes," he said, finally.
"Really?"
"Yeah." And then he ran off.
So, there’s your answer! Sun dried tomatoes. That’s what Speedy said and he should know his business, don’t you think? I think so.
I wonder if sun dried tomatoes taste good on carrot pizza. I’ll have to have Bugs give it a try and report back. And I’ll report back to you! I love journalism!

Gosh. That is a hard question. I mean… it’s like those psychology questions, you know? About what kind of tree you’d want to be or things like that? That one’s easy — I’d be a Willow. Willows are so pretty and thin — willowy, even. Oh. My. Gosh. I just got that! Willowy! Why don’t all the trees become adjectives? “How does she look?” “Kind of Poplarish.” That sort of thing. There’s ‘oaky,’ but that’s supposed to describe taste, I think? Something like that. I wish they’d all get on the same page with that.

But, back to pizza toppings. I thought ‘carrot,’ for a minute, because it’s Bun-Bun’s favorite pizza topping. (I never saw the appeal. I mean, I like carrots and all but on pizza it’s… it isn’t.) I mentioned that to Bugs, though, and he stared at me. “You can’t say ‘carrot,’” he said. I wanted to know why not.

"Because. You can’t say carrot. It sends the wrong message."

And that’s just silly. Pizza can’t send messages. Pizza has no hands for texting. Can you imagine? A pizza with hands, all typing on its little phone. It’s adorable. Though would the hands themselves be mini-pizzas? Could we eat them? Or would they be decorative?

So, I thought about pepperoni, but Porky would feel weird. That lets sausage out too. Green peppers, maybe — but they’re so slimy! I’m not slimy, am I? I mean, I bathe. I use conditioner.

I’d say cheese but come on. Everyone says cheese. It’s your go to answer. Really, I might as well say ‘pizza’ as the answer, on the theory that pizza is itself a topping, and that’s silly. Oh, wait — except when you do those little English muffins with mozzarella and sauce and maybe pepperoni, they call it pizza topping. Does that mean we could make a pizza with actual pizza topping on top of it? Where would it end? And would that cost extra? I mean… really, pizza topping should be included, don’t you think?

So, I asked Speedy — he knows his pizzas, I can tell you. He looked at me for a long moment? For a minute, I thought the question had stunned him.

"Sun dried tomatoes," he said, finally.

"Really?"

"Yeah." And then he ran off.

So, there’s your answer! Sun dried tomatoes. That’s what Speedy said and he should know his business, don’t you think? I think so.

I wonder if sun dried tomatoes taste good on carrot pizza. I’ll have to have Bugs give it a try and report back. And I’ll report back to you! I love journalism!

Hello again, Anonymous! You ask such great questions and you’ve asked quite a few. I’m flattered, really I am. In fact, you ask so many questions I’m tempted to say you’ve got… shall we say… ulterior motives? No offense, it’s just… someone seems int-er-est-ed…. No no — don’t speak. A girl just knows these things.
Well, like I said, I’m flattered, but I’m, well, very spoken for. I mean — look at my other answers in this Tlog — it’s clear that Bugs and I are just… well, we’re soul mates. We’re meant to be. Ours is the kind of love that… well, that songs are written for! Like ours was! Seriously — check it out!

So you can see… I know it’s disappointing, but there’s no way I could go out with you. Besides — I’ve never even seen your face! Just that… shadowy… wait, I know this word. Sil…icone? Silpat baking sheet? Silk…pajamas… mm — love silk pajamas. They’re just so slick — it’s like you’ve covered yourself in butter without getting your fur matted! Oh, and without smelling like butter. Or getting your sheets damp. In fact, I don’t know why we don’t put silk on toast — it’s so much less messy!
Silhouette! Bugs tells me the word I’m looking for is “Silhouette.” That’s a funny word. And really, it’s pronounced all wrong. It’s all “sillow-ette” instead of “Sil-how-etty.” Language is weird. Sometimes I think some language expert should sit down with the dictionary and just make it all make more sense, you know? Like, cut out all the different words that mean ‘big’ and just go with big. I mean, ‘immense.’ Who even uses that in conversation?
Oh — yeah. Bugs says hi! He’s sitting on the other end of the couch, watching… is that basketball? Yeah, basketball. He recorded it last night on his DVR — we were out on a date, so he couldn’t see it live. He wouldn’t even talk to Daffy when he got home, because he didn’t want spoilers. Spoilers — that’s another weird word. It’s all like ‘SPOILER ALERT for the Celtics and the Bucks — the Bucks won!’ I know that because I set my phone to tell me these things so I’d have more to talk about with Bugs. He likes sports, you see. Here — I’ll try it now.
Huh. Well. That… did not go well. I’m not sure why — I went out of my way to have my phone tell me when different sports teams win games, and now that I’ve opened up a perfectly reasonable conversation, he’s angry just because he’s watching it on TV. Hello, Bugs! It’s a DVR! This isn’t happening right now! It happened last night! So it can’t be changed just because you watch it! That’s physics!
Anyway — you wanted to know if I minded if Bugs was friends with female plates? Well, I’ve never met a female plate. How would you even know the girl plates from the boy plates? I suppose it could be their voices — though that’s not a good guide. You can get pret-ty embarrassed if you get that one wrong. Oh, and then there’s the trans plates. Bugs and I are very supportive of transgender rights. Bugs feels that if a boy wants to wear womens’ clothes he should be able to. And if he then feels he expresses himself as a woman instead of a man, then he — sorry! She! — should be able to. And that seems reasonable to me. Really, just between you and me? Bugs wears a lot of wigs. If you know what I mean. You do. You know. What I mean. Wigs.
What were we talking about? Oh! Bugs being friends with plates. I’m fine with that. In fact, really I’m okay with Bugs having female friends in general. I mean, a lot of girls get defensive or protective, but I’m not that sort. Okay, once I kind of freaked when I thought that Bugs was cheating on me with this ugly female rabbit, but it turned out it was just him in a wig — see what I mean — being a dance partner for Porky. Which he told me about at the beginning. Still, sometimes things get confused, and if I went a little overboard then, it’s because it looked like the girl Bugs was cheating on me with was cheating on him with Porky, and I can’t stand that sort of thing, so I was trying to get the goods on such a nasty so called other woman. Seriously, if you’re going to cheat? Commit. That’s all I’m saying.
But anyway — it’s ridiculous to even discuss. Bugs is so loyal he’s, like, in the dictionary for it. Which is something else the language expert should clear up, now that I think about it. I have absolutely no worries about Bugs and any other girl he should meet. My Bun Bun would never cheat on me! He is the acme — not the company, the word. Did you know it was a real word? Me either! Speedy told me! — of fidelity. I have utter, total faith and trust in him.
…why? Have you heard something?

Hello again, Anonymous! You ask such great questions and you’ve asked quite a few. I’m flattered, really I am. In fact, you ask so many questions I’m tempted to say you’ve got… shall we say… ulterior motives? No offense, it’s just… someone seems int-er-est-ed…. No no — don’t speak. A girl just knows these things.

Well, like I said, I’m flattered, but I’m, well, very spoken for. I mean — look at my other answers in this Tlog — it’s clear that Bugs and I are just… well, we’re soul mates. We’re meant to be. Ours is the kind of love that… well, that songs are written for! Like ours was! Seriously — check it out!

So you can see… I know it’s disappointing, but there’s no way I could go out with you. Besides — I’ve never even seen your face! Just that… shadowy… wait, I know this word. Sil…icone? Silpat baking sheet? Silk…pajamas… mm — love silk pajamas. They’re just so slick — it’s like you’ve covered yourself in butter without getting your fur matted! Oh, and without smelling like butter. Or getting your sheets damp. In fact, I don’t know why we don’t put silk on toast — it’s so much less messy!

Silhouette! Bugs tells me the word I’m looking for is “Silhouette.” That’s a funny word. And really, it’s pronounced all wrong. It’s all “sillow-ette” instead of “Sil-how-etty.” Language is weird. Sometimes I think some language expert should sit down with the dictionary and just make it all make more sense, you know? Like, cut out all the different words that mean ‘big’ and just go with big. I mean, ‘immense.’ Who even uses that in conversation?

Oh — yeah. Bugs says hi! He’s sitting on the other end of the couch, watching… is that basketball? Yeah, basketball. He recorded it last night on his DVR — we were out on a date, so he couldn’t see it live. He wouldn’t even talk to Daffy when he got home, because he didn’t want spoilers. Spoilers — that’s another weird word. It’s all like ‘SPOILER ALERT for the Celtics and the Bucks — the Bucks won!’ I know that because I set my phone to tell me these things so I’d have more to talk about with Bugs. He likes sports, you see. Here — I’ll try it now.

Huh. Well. That… did not go well. I’m not sure why — I went out of my way to have my phone tell me when different sports teams win games, and now that I’ve opened up a perfectly reasonable conversation, he’s angry just because he’s watching it on TV. Hello, Bugs! It’s a DVR! This isn’t happening right now! It happened last night! So it can’t be changed just because you watch it! That’s physics!

Anyway — you wanted to know if I minded if Bugs was friends with female plates? Well, I’ve never met a female plate. How would you even know the girl plates from the boy plates? I suppose it could be their voices — though that’s not a good guide. You can get pret-ty embarrassed if you get that one wrong. Oh, and then there’s the trans plates. Bugs and I are very supportive of transgender rights. Bugs feels that if a boy wants to wear womens’ clothes he should be able to. And if he then feels he expresses himself as a woman instead of a man, then he — sorry! She! — should be able to. And that seems reasonable to me. Really, just between you and me? Bugs wears a lot of wigs. If you know what I mean. You do. You know. What I mean. Wigs.

What were we talking about? Oh! Bugs being friends with plates. I’m fine with that. In fact, really I’m okay with Bugs having female friends in general. I mean, a lot of girls get defensive or protective, but I’m not that sort. Okay, once I kind of freaked when I thought that Bugs was cheating on me with this ugly female rabbit, but it turned out it was just him in a wig — see what I mean — being a dance partner for Porky. Which he told me about at the beginning. Still, sometimes things get confused, and if I went a little overboard then, it’s because it looked like the girl Bugs was cheating on me with was cheating on him with Porky, and I can’t stand that sort of thing, so I was trying to get the goods on such a nasty so called other woman. Seriously, if you’re going to cheat? Commit. That’s all I’m saying.

But anyway — it’s ridiculous to even discuss. Bugs is so loyal he’s, like, in the dictionary for it. Which is something else the language expert should clear up, now that I think about it. I have absolutely no worries about Bugs and any other girl he should meet. My Bun Bun would never cheat on me! He is the acme — not the company, the word. Did you know it was a real word? Me either! Speedy told me! — of fidelity. I have utter, total faith and trust in him.

…why? Have you heard something?

asktinarusso:

ask-lola-bunny:

Ooo — that is a good question. Good question. Good for you!
[stuff about purse]
Wait… we were talking about leg cramps, right? Heat… I think? Heat and stretching? Or maybe… I dunno, a cold pack? Really, my leg’s feeling much better anyway — I try to keep fit. Tennis, you know! Thank you so much for asking about it. It’s nice to have friends who, you know, pay attention to what’s going on in your life and showing an interest.

Look, I told you, we’ve been over this. Leg cramps happen when your electrolytes are all messed up. You eat a banana, or you take some magnesium, you’re fine. Chips are okay too. Not too many. Got cal-mag in your purse there? Take your cal-mag.

Okay, I… don’t actually know what cal-mag is, but okay! And chips — like, chips chips? Oh my gosh! I had no idea! Chips are health food — take that… television… guy… saying chips are bad for you.
And oh my God! Tina! You’ve got a Tlog! That. Is. AWESOME! We’re totally Tlog buddies! I’m Following you right now! I think… no wait… no, that’s ‘block.’ No, got to turn that off, and… huh. Now I can’t seem to find the link… where… OH! Oh, I was in twitter. Are you in twitter? I actually think Tweety Bird started that. Or is it Tweety Pie? Honestly, I don’t know the difference between those two. I’ve never been much of a bird person anyway. Or cat person. Birds — they’re just creepy, you know?
Oh! Wait — you’re a bird! I forget that sometimes. To be fair — never really see you flying, now do we? You’re pretty much hanging out on the ground… like, all the time. And you drive. OO! Have you ever driven south for the winter? Like… to Sausalito or something? Don’t you miss Christmas if you do that? I’d hate to miss Christmas. Or President’s Day. Speaking of which… have you done your President’s Day shopping yet? Just 80 more shopping days! President Sears Robuck didn’t get shot by Paul Harvey Oswald Rabbit so we could forget his birthday, you know! Just saying… you might want to get shopping now… for a breadmaker… that also makes toast… and maybe pizza… for someone on your President’s Day shopping list….
Anyway — I should go. I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts and so I figure I better start eating better, and so I need to go get some chips!

asktinarusso:

ask-lola-bunny:

Ooo — that is a good question. Good question. Good for you!

[stuff about purse]

Wait… we were talking about leg cramps, right? Heat… I think? Heat and stretching? Or maybe… I dunno, a cold pack? Really, my leg’s feeling much better anyway — I try to keep fit. Tennis, you know! Thank you so much for asking about it. It’s nice to have friends who, you know, pay attention to what’s going on in your life and showing an interest.

Look, I told you, we’ve been over this. Leg cramps happen when your electrolytes are all messed up. You eat a banana, or you take some magnesium, you’re fine. Chips are okay too. Not too many. Got cal-mag in your purse there? Take your cal-mag.

Okay, I… don’t actually know what cal-mag is, but okay! And chips — like, chips chips? Oh my gosh! I had no idea! Chips are health food — take that… television… guy… saying chips are bad for you.

And oh my God! Tina! You’ve got a Tlog! That. Is. AWESOME! We’re totally Tlog buddies! I’m Following you right now! I think… no wait… no, that’s ‘block.’ No, got to turn that off, and… huh. Now I can’t seem to find the link… where… OH! Oh, I was in twitter. Are you in twitter? I actually think Tweety Bird started that. Or is it Tweety Pie? Honestly, I don’t know the difference between those two. I’ve never been much of a bird person anyway. Or cat person. Birds — they’re just creepy, you know?

Oh! Wait — you’re a bird! I forget that sometimes. To be fair — never really see you flying, now do we? You’re pretty much hanging out on the ground… like, all the time. And you drive. OO! Have you ever driven south for the winter? Like… to Sausalito or something? Don’t you miss Christmas if you do that? I’d hate to miss Christmas. Or President’s Day. Speaking of which… have you done your President’s Day shopping yet? Just 80 more shopping days! President Sears Robuck didn’t get shot by Paul Harvey Oswald Rabbit so we could forget his birthday, you know! Just saying… you might want to get shopping now… for a breadmaker… that also makes toast… and maybe pizza… for someone on your President’s Day shopping list….

Anyway — I should go. I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts and so I figure I better start eating better, and so I need to go get some chips!

…gosh. Sam. Gosh. Wow. I… I gotta say. Didn’t… didn’t see that question coming. He’s… on the internet, right? I mean, I’ve seen him on Bugs’s computer after breaking in when his own electricity’s been turned off again, and… wow. So didn’t see that one coming.

Sam.

Well… you know, he’s… well, he’s in shape! He’s really buff, for his… shall we say… challenged height. I mean… well, I guess we can come out and say it, since he spends a lot — I mean, a lot — of his time naked. Let’s just say… we see a lot more of Sam than we might like. I mean, a lot more. In more than one way. Just… nude.

But you have to admit, he’s… he’s really cut. I mean, look at that muscle definition. Those. Are. Rocking. Pecs! There’s no denying it. Sam put his dues into looking good. It’s just wrong to claim otherwise.

And that chest hair! I love a man with chest hair. Or, you know — chest hare! Get it? Because Bugs is a rabbit? And he’s got fur on his chest! Soft fur, too. It’s… it’s like a warm blanket. Or the kind of toilet paper you really wish they’d stock only instead it’s this two ply stuff. I mean, why is toilet paper so rough? Although, it does make it easier to TP someone’s house. So maybe that’s it — maybe the toilet paper companies got tired of being sued because their toilet paper just wasn’t cutting it when you tried to just cover some poor sap’s run down shack. I remember this one time, Daffy and I were throwing rolls straight at Sam’s place—

Oh! Right! Sam! You know, he really is a good looking man, in a rustic kind of way. Firm, commanding — and that scruff. He’s got a permanent bad boy thing going on, and that mask? Oo — mystery. Yes! I have to say it — Sam is hot! He’s more man than most women can handle. He’s….

Oh wait… there’s his face. And that smell. Got to… avoid… that smell. At kind of any cost. And I’m not sure he brushed his teeth. Like… ever. And there’s that weird tik in his eye. And… he’s… like… tiny. Not good tiny. “Teacup poodle” tiny. Though those dogs are so cute — I mean, you can fit them in a purse! Wait! That’s what I can use the clutch Bun Bun gave me for — a little dog, just so adorable and sweet I could just eat him up, yes I can!

So I guess what I’m saying is Sam’s not so much hot as he’s someone who reminds you of a tiny dog. But not in a good way. I mean, let’s be fair.

I know — you keep talking about calcium magnesium and things and bananas, and I have! I’ve had bananas! I’ve had… like… monkey numbers of bananas. Bunches, is I guess what I’m saying.
Well, okay, it was a bunch of bananas, but that’s a good start, right? I mean — I don’t want to overcommit before we really know if it’ll work or not. I mean, sure. You say it’ll work and I believe you but, you know, you never can tell what’s real and what just puts us in the pocket of Big Banana, if you know what I mean? And I think you do. You know. I can see it in your eyes. Big Banana.
But I had a bunch — that’s like… what, six bananas? That is a lot of bananas at one sitting, I can tell you. It’s like “how am I going to eat all these?” And then I asked Speedy, and Speedy said I should try blending them into a smoothie. And this intrigued me. Speedy is so smart when it comes to this stuff. OH! I answered that in another question! About how mice are smart! See? This Tlog works out for everyone! Anyway — he told me how you take bananas and berries and nuts and twigs and small rocks and ice and like four kinds of soy and throw them all into a blender, and it’s like you’re drinking a milkshake and not bananas at all! And I thought that was brilliant. But, you know — blenders. Hard to know which one to buy and the salesguy is never willing to just tell you which one’s good for bananas, and I figured hey, it was like a milkshake instead of eating bananas so I thought “why am I buying a blender?” And so, you know, I cut out the middleman and had a vanilla milkshake.
So… I’ve got those bananas… covered. Pretty smart, huh? Although — I didn’t really expect bananas to taste that vanilla-ee, you know? Kind of surprised me. I might go chocolate next time.

I know — you keep talking about calcium magnesium and things and bananas, and I have! I’ve had bananas! I’ve had… like… monkey numbers of bananas. Bunches, is I guess what I’m saying.

Well, okay, it was a bunch of bananas, but that’s a good start, right? I mean — I don’t want to overcommit before we really know if it’ll work or not. I mean, sure. You say it’ll work and I believe you but, you know, you never can tell what’s real and what just puts us in the pocket of Big Banana, if you know what I mean? And I think you do. You know. I can see it in your eyes. Big Banana.

But I had a bunch — that’s like… what, six bananas? That is a lot of bananas at one sitting, I can tell you. It’s like “how am I going to eat all these?” And then I asked Speedy, and Speedy said I should try blending them into a smoothie. And this intrigued me. Speedy is so smart when it comes to this stuff. OH! I answered that in another question! About how mice are smart! See? This Tlog works out for everyone! Anyway — he told me how you take bananas and berries and nuts and twigs and small rocks and ice and like four kinds of soy and throw them all into a blender, and it’s like you’re drinking a milkshake and not bananas at all! And I thought that was brilliant. But, you know — blenders. Hard to know which one to buy and the salesguy is never willing to just tell you which one’s good for bananas, and I figured hey, it was like a milkshake instead of eating bananas so I thought “why am I buying a blender?” And so, you know, I cut out the middleman and had a vanilla milkshake.

So… I’ve got those bananas… covered. Pretty smart, huh? Although — I didn’t really expect bananas to taste that vanilla-ee, you know? Kind of surprised me. I might go chocolate next time.

Ooo — that is a good question. Good question. Good for you! I mean, the other questions have been good and I’ve enjoyed talking about those things — you might not know this about me, but I’m very open. Very friendly. I try to stay really… yeah. Open. And I find people can be really fascinated about the little things, you know? Really trying to get to know each other?
What was your question again? Ohhh… right. Leg cramps. I like that question. It’s practical. I’m really a very practical person — I mean, check out what’s in my handbag! There’s my cell phone — got to have that, am I right? You know. Text-ing! Oh, and I like that game where you’re flinging birds at pigs. It’s like I’m watching Daffy blow Porky up! Oh, but that makes Porky a little upset, really. Though I’ve seen him playing it on his tablet — he always looks really guilty, though. And once I saw him crying. Porky’s good that way. He opens up. And I try to do the same thing! See, it all comes back together! What else do I have in this handbag — oh, there’s my clutch! Isn’t it cute? Bugs got it for me for our anniversary, only our anniversary hadn’t even come up yet! He’s so silly that way — you’d think he’d remember dates like that. Oo — he could put them in his cell phone! See? Everything happens for a reason. Let’s see… what else… gum… lip gloss — cherry flavored! Bun Bun likes that… I think. I’ve seen him drink cherry cola before. No wait, that was water. Can you get water flavored lip gloss? Anyway… tissues… gum — no, I said gum. Lotta gum in here. Band aids — safety first, right? Scissors… shotgun — a girl needs to be careful! Wait… what is that… I don’t even know what this is — isn’t that crazy? It’s like, how’d that even get in here — oo, my sunglasses!
Wait… we were talking about leg cramps, right? Heat… I think? Heat and stretching? Or maybe… I dunno, a cold pack? Really, my leg’s feeling much better anyway — I try to keep fit. Tennis, you know! Thank you so much for asking about it. It’s nice to have friends who, you know, pay attention to what’s going on in your life and showing an interest.

Ooo — that is a good question. Good question. Good for you! I mean, the other questions have been good and I’ve enjoyed talking about those things — you might not know this about me, but I’m very open. Very friendly. I try to stay really… yeah. Open. And I find people can be really fascinated about the little things, you know? Really trying to get to know each other?

What was your question again? Ohhh… right. Leg cramps. I like that question. It’s practical. I’m really a very practical person — I mean, check out what’s in my handbag! There’s my cell phone — got to have that, am I right? You know. Text-ing! Oh, and I like that game where you’re flinging birds at pigs. It’s like I’m watching Daffy blow Porky up! Oh, but that makes Porky a little upset, really. Though I’ve seen him playing it on his tablet — he always looks really guilty, though. And once I saw him crying. Porky’s good that way. He opens up. And I try to do the same thing! See, it all comes back together! What else do I have in this handbag — oh, there’s my clutch! Isn’t it cute? Bugs got it for me for our anniversary, only our anniversary hadn’t even come up yet! He’s so silly that way — you’d think he’d remember dates like that. Oo — he could put them in his cell phone! See? Everything happens for a reason. Let’s see… what else… gum… lip gloss — cherry flavored! Bun Bun likes that… I think. I’ve seen him drink cherry cola before. No wait, that was water. Can you get water flavored lip gloss? Anyway… tissues… gum — no, I said gum. Lotta gum in here. Band aids — safety first, right? Scissors… shotgun — a girl needs to be careful! Wait… what is that… I don’t even know what this is — isn’t that crazy? It’s like, how’d that even get in here — oo, my sunglasses!

Wait… we were talking about leg cramps, right? Heat… I think? Heat and stretching? Or maybe… I dunno, a cold pack? Really, my leg’s feeling much better anyway — I try to keep fit. Tennis, you know! Thank you so much for asking about it. It’s nice to have friends who, you know, pay attention to what’s going on in your life and showing an interest.

Okay, I love Bun-Bun. I do. He can be so sweet. Bugs is always so kind and attentive — I love how he encourages me to reach for my dreams by trying to get me to go out and pursue them while he watches the playoffs. It shows how much he truly cares about what I want out of my life. I would never say anything that would be mean or hurtful. Except about his teeth. Or breath odor. Any kind of smell, really. I mean, that’s just disgusting… and really, it’s more his being mean to me by, you know, having a breath issue than me being mean to him by mentioning it. Publicly. Y’know, at a restaurant. With my parents. I don’t understand his reactions sometimes, but that’s all part of being in love!
But even though I’d never be mean or hurtful to Bugs in any way not, y’know, counting the above… he’s really got to kick the whole carrot thing. I mean, I get it. I do. A little. Sort of. I mean, okay. I’m a rabbit. I like a good carrot. It’s a pleasant taste and, y’know, I like good night vision as well as the next person. I do my best work at night! Or… no, wait. That’s not really accurate. I do my best work during the day, when there’s more light. No… wait, that doesn’t sound right either. Oh! Right! I don’t actually work! Kind of the advantage of living with your parents. Who, you know, are rich. Oh wait, that sounds vain. I don’t mean to sound vain! I mean, I know I’m one of the one percent but I don’t really mean it! Besides, I only drink skim!
Anyway. I like carrot soup and carrot cake but Bugs has some kind of psychological disorder where the carrots are involved. I mean, he’d clearly lock all of us up in a cabin made out of dynamite and blow us up if that was the only way he could keep eating carrots. Daffy and I have a plan for how to knock him unconscious and escape to Siberia with the diamonds if that happens. Assuming there are diamonds as well as carrots. Be prepared, I always say! I hope together we can work it out — it’s hard to stay in a relationship with someone who’s clearly insane.

Okay, I love Bun-Bun. I do. He can be so sweet. Bugs is always so kind and attentive — I love how he encourages me to reach for my dreams by trying to get me to go out and pursue them while he watches the playoffs. It shows how much he truly cares about what I want out of my life. I would never say anything that would be mean or hurtful. Except about his teeth. Or breath odor. Any kind of smell, really. I mean, that’s just disgusting… and really, it’s more his being mean to me by, you know, having a breath issue than me being mean to him by mentioning it. Publicly. Y’know, at a restaurant. With my parents. I don’t understand his reactions sometimes, but that’s all part of being in love!

But even though I’d never be mean or hurtful to Bugs in any way not, y’know, counting the above… he’s really got to kick the whole carrot thing. I mean, I get it. I do. A little. Sort of. I mean, okay. I’m a rabbit. I like a good carrot. It’s a pleasant taste and, y’know, I like good night vision as well as the next person. I do my best work at night! Or… no, wait. That’s not really accurate. I do my best work during the day, when there’s more light. No… wait, that doesn’t sound right either. Oh! Right! I don’t actually work! Kind of the advantage of living with your parents. Who, you know, are rich. Oh wait, that sounds vain. I don’t mean to sound vain! I mean, I know I’m one of the one percent but I don’t really mean it! Besides, I only drink skim!

Anyway. I like carrot soup and carrot cake but Bugs has some kind of psychological disorder where the carrots are involved. I mean, he’d clearly lock all of us up in a cabin made out of dynamite and blow us up if that was the only way he could keep eating carrots. Daffy and I have a plan for how to knock him unconscious and escape to Siberia with the diamonds if that happens. Assuming there are diamonds as well as carrots. Be prepared, I always say! I hope together we can work it out — it’s hard to stay in a relationship with someone who’s clearly insane.

Two questions about Daffy!

Wow! This whole government-friendly reblogging picture taking question thing is so useful! I can answer two questions at once! This is going to save so much time, and that’s good because — confidentially? I never seem to have enough time in my day. It seems like I make up a really careful list of things I want to get accomplished, like have breakfast, and pick up the dry cleaning, and then go to the post office, and then go shopping, then have lunch with Tina… anyway, I start to order my breakfast and the waiter and I get to talking — I’ve found that it’s really easy to open up to waiters. They’re just so attentive, you know? It’s like they go out of their way to open up conversations with you. And the next thing you know it’s past two in the afternoon.

Anyway — Daffy? Is. Great. He really is. It’s like he gets me. He totally gets me. And that’s why I fell for him so hard that time. Because he gets me. He really gets me. But right when that was beginning there was that whole thing with Tina. And you know, Daffy committed just like that with her. I mean, it was freakish, but also adorable. I think that’s why I fell so hard for him that time. I could see he was someone who could commit. And I respect that so much. Oh, and also he gets me, but I think more the commitment.

But it was not to be… Bugs was so firm and commanding about how he was my boyfriend, and I’ve always respected that kind of commitment. It was clear he was completely devoted to me, and besides Tina was right there and they’re adorable together, and she became my best friend and it’s all good.

Also — I didn’t want to say anything at the time, but Daffy… kind of smells like some kind of cheese product. And… not in the best way. I assume it’s got something to do with feathers. Well, Tina doesn’t smell like that but then she’s got more of a sense of personal hygiene. I asked her about it once and she was all “hey — you know about that whole ‘water off a duck’s back’ thing? You think that makes it easy to take a shower?” And I could see what she meant, you know? Oh yeah. You know.

Okay — first off, instead of ‘answering’ your question, I took a picture of it with the computer — you hit, like, three or four keys all at once and it makes this ‘snapshotty’ kind of sound and then you have a picture? I’m not sure how it works. Porky showed it to me. He is so nice that way! He offered to put something called a line ox on my computer but it was like “um, sorry. An ox would crush my laptop.” As if I had to tell them that.
Anyway, he told me I needed to do that so people could ‘reblog’ my answers to these questions. I have no idea what that’s supposed to be, but it sounds important. Like, maybe the government needs to reblog the Tlogs so that the terrorists won’t win — this is about freedom, people!
So that’s how I’m supposed to do these now. I told him it would make a lot more sense if Tumble-Logs-Er just let the government do their reblogging on the actual answered questions instead of needing photographs of the question first, and he kind of sighed that way he does and said “tell me about it.”
Well, okay, he meant to say “tell me about it.” What he actually said was a whole bunch of stuttered t’s. I don’t mean to mock him for a speech impediment because really, it’s not his fault and I don’t think it’s right for us to use the misfortunes of others as fodder for our own entertainment except when it’s Daffy. Or Sam. In fact, more Sam than Daffy. Although he’s always been just so sweet to me. So yeah, Daffy. Mmm. But Daffy’s always had my back, you know? In the rough times? You know?
What was the question?
Oh! That’s not my Bun Bun. He’s way too tall. You have to understand — in the rabbit world? “Bugs Bunny” is kind of a common name. You know, like “John Smith.” You can tell because that Bugs is, like, freakishly tall. And dangerously thin. I mean, eat a carrot, right? Really, he’s not that attractive. I don’t know what cousin Lola sees in him. I mean, okay, she’s like huge too, but height isn’t everything, cuz! Height. Is not everything. And just like Cousin Lola, he’s got this kind of… I don’t know. His fur has these dark patches. It makes him look shady:

I dunno. I don’t trust him. He looks like a con man. Maybe I should keep an eye on him, just to be sure. It’s not like my Bugs. Bun Bun’s so honest. Really, it’s a fault, but lying just isn’t his thing. He’s not good at it. That’s more a Daffy thing.
Anyway, they’re cute together. Kind of. And apparently they knew each other as babies, so there’s that connection.

Though that’s kind of creepy. Like — get out of the neighborhood and meet people, you know? And… ew… I feel dirty just looking at it. I’m not sure that’s legal to have on my Tlog. Except as an example. And this is journalism, and the people have a right to know!
Now look at Bun Bun and me:

See? He doesn’t look a thing like that other guy. Much more handsome, and down to earth — in more ways than one, am I right? And you’ll notice? We’re having cake — because he’s at a comfortable place with his own weight. Someone dating a certain unusually tall cousin of mine could learn something from my Bugs.
Mm — that was good cake, too.

Okay — first off, instead of ‘answering’ your question, I took a picture of it with the computer — you hit, like, three or four keys all at once and it makes this ‘snapshotty’ kind of sound and then you have a picture? I’m not sure how it works. Porky showed it to me. He is so nice that way! He offered to put something called a line ox on my computer but it was like “um, sorry. An ox would crush my laptop.” As if I had to tell them that.

Anyway, he told me I needed to do that so people could ‘reblog’ my answers to these questions. I have no idea what that’s supposed to be, but it sounds important. Like, maybe the government needs to reblog the Tlogs so that the terrorists won’t win — this is about freedom, people!

So that’s how I’m supposed to do these now. I told him it would make a lot more sense if Tumble-Logs-Er just let the government do their reblogging on the actual answered questions instead of needing photographs of the question first, and he kind of sighed that way he does and said “tell me about it.”

Well, okay, he meant to say “tell me about it.” What he actually said was a whole bunch of stuttered t’s. I don’t mean to mock him for a speech impediment because really, it’s not his fault and I don’t think it’s right for us to use the misfortunes of others as fodder for our own entertainment except when it’s Daffy. Or Sam. In fact, more Sam than Daffy. Although he’s always been just so sweet to me. So yeah, Daffy. Mmm. But Daffy’s always had my back, you know? In the rough times? You know?

What was the question?

Oh! That’s not my Bun Bun. He’s way too tall. You have to understand — in the rabbit world? “Bugs Bunny” is kind of a common name. You know, like “John Smith.” You can tell because that Bugs is, like, freakishly tall. And dangerously thin. I mean, eat a carrot, right? Really, he’s not that attractive. I don’t know what cousin Lola sees in him. I mean, okay, she’s like huge too, but height isn’t everything, cuz! Height. Is not everything. And just like Cousin Lola, he’s got this kind of… I don’t know. His fur has these dark patches. It makes him look shady:

The other Bugs and Lola. Just... wow.

I dunno. I don’t trust him. He looks like a con man. Maybe I should keep an eye on him, just to be sure. It’s not like my Bugs. Bun Bun’s so honest. Really, it’s a fault, but lying just isn’t his thing. He’s not good at it. That’s more a Daffy thing.

Anyway, they’re cute together. Kind of. And apparently they knew each other as babies, so there’s that connection.

Cousin Lola and Bugs -- is this legal to have on a Tlog?

Though that’s kind of creepy. Like — get out of the neighborhood and meet people, you know? And… ew… I feel dirty just looking at it. I’m not sure that’s legal to have on my Tlog. Except as an example. And this is journalism, and the people have a right to know!

Now look at Bun Bun and me:

We're eating cake!

See? He doesn’t look a thing like that other guy. Much more handsome, and down to earth — in more ways than one, am I right? And you’ll notice? We’re having cake — because he’s at a comfortable place with his own weight. Someone dating a certain unusually tall cousin of mine could learn something from my Bugs.

Mm — that was good cake, too.

theltshow:

purpleneenee:

JFC my OTP was on fire with the cuteness last night. 

Have some Bugs and Lola cuteness

You see how in that last one we’re on the same side of the table? That’s how they sit in France — that’s why it’s the romance capital of the world! Wait, no, I’m thinking of Paris. It’s the capital of France. So if France is, like, top of romance in the world, then Paris would be the capital of romance.

All I know is this, Bugs looks great in pink. Can you see him wearing a tie with that? He’d look so handsome all sitting there in his button down shirt and tie.

That clutch is really, really small. I’m thinking I’ll just keep it in my purse, for when I need an emergency second purse.

(Source: spootyplease)