A rabbit in the cage is worth two in the bush. Hahahahaha! Crissy said “bush.”

OMG!
SORRY!
This post isn’t about The Rabbit:

It’s about the rabbit:

Or about a cage for a rabbit or  a potential rabbit or some sort of Captured Woodland Creature that Earl and Maudette who live next door to Crissy are building a home for. Or, to be accurate, because Crissy’s motto is “always be totally factual sometimes,” it’s Earl and Maudette’s son, Earl Jr., who is building the cage.

And every night after work for the past week, week and a half, Earl Jr. is out in the driveway with the saw and the nail gun and he works and he works and Mister just sits there in Crissy’s kitchen listening to The New Yankee Workshop: Downsy Edition and shaking his head.

And he says things like “what the fuck is he building? A fucking nuclear shelter for the fucking bunny? Hahahahahahaha!”

And with every ptang!ptang!ptang! of the nail gun and holy hell does Earl Jr. use a lot of nails, Mister becomes a little bit more hysterical.

And then last night, Mister Lost. It. He flipped his noodle, he went coo-coo for coco puffs, he dropped his basket, he went CRACKERS! and Crissy found him just rolling around on the bed, clutching his stomach with tears streaming down his face. He wasn’t even making a sound. He was just sort of like, convulsing in the fetal position.

And all he could say between gasps was “all the fucking nails! What the fuck?”

You see Queefies, Mister is a guy who is Good With Tools (of every variety)  and he can fix/build/destroy anything in the whole world.  He could make Macgyver his Bitch for Life, he’s so Good With Tools and holy shit you guys you should see the deck he built Crissy! She’d show you pictures but he’s making a patio and some more stairs going off the deck and so she’ll show you when he’s all finished and Crissy can make it all pretty for the camera.

What Crissy is saying is that Mister could build that rabbit cage with his dick and NO HANDS! and it’s just driving him b-a-n-a-n-a-s to listen to Dinkus next door with all the rrrrrrrrreeeeeeeoooooorrrrrrr sawing and then the ptang!ptang!ptang! nail gunning every night.

And next he’ll probably have to POWER WASH the thing because there is never a night that goes by without that bullshit starting up at the precise moment when Girlfriend and Homeslice are being put to bed.

And Crissy didn’t mean for this post to be a rant about Earl and Maudette but it’s turning into one so she’s just going to roll with it AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?

They’re always burning shit.

Crissy’s house smells like fucking Camp Theroofisonfire now and Crissy hates that smell and it’s why she doesn’t go camping.  Well, it’s one reason besides the whole shitting in the woods and inevitably wiping with poison oak and there being no hair dryer and also they have BUGS at camping and Crissy doesn’t do bugs.

Unfortunately  for Crissy, Earl and Maudette are very sweet and nice and  Maudette made the cutest blanket for Homeslice and so Crissy cannot fuck with them or throw things at them and it makes her so frustrated she winds up writing ranty blog posts about them instead because apparently, she’s THAT passive aggressive.

But there’s good news here, Queefies.  The cage is done now and Mister can relax.

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Crissy is just hoping they’re not planning to eat the bunnies in the cage.

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21 comments

  1. “Mister could build that rabbit cage with his dick and NO HANDS!”

    i’m glad you’re really starting to see the depth of my abilities. i was beginning to get a little depressed due to my lack of bloodsucking fangs.

  2. Well, Mister should relax only long enough to take a deep breath. For all he knows, your neighbor plans on caging Mister and doing naughty things to him for all the neighborhood to see. Mister should be sleeping with one eye open.
    .-= SoMi’s Nilsa’s last blog post… Preaching =-.

  3. Well fuck’le doodle do! Now you’ve done it, Crissy. I’ll admit I’m a little bit jealous if Mister can build with his dick and no hands. My own can build as well, but he uses his damn hands!

    Time for a cock fight!

    I’m forced to give The Hubster a challenge. Let’s see if he can drive the hour to work, deliver a baby via cesarean section, drive the hour back home in bumper to bumper traffic and have dinner on the table using only his dick.
    .-= Akilah Sakai’s last blog post… Honing The Talent To Poo Artwork =-.

  4. When we got our bunny Greg, the lady we got him from did actually ask if we planned on eating him. I have no idea how someone could look at a sweet lil’ bunny face and think “I’ll bet he’ll be delicious sauteed with some garlic and olives”.

    But somewhere on the internetz there’s a picture of a sign that says “Rabbits for Sale – Cuddly or Nutritious”. If you see possums in the cage, that’s gonna be dinner for sure.

  5. i’ve actually never tasted rabbit.

    however, i have a suspicion that they’re pretty yummy–you don’t get to be at the bottom of the food chain for so many other species by being nasty.

  6. Mister sounds like my hubs. Very talented w/ all types of tools. And your neighbor sounds like the bastard that owned our house prior to us. We tore out these ridiculous shelves in the basement and it took us forever b/c I think he used every goddamn nail available in the state of MN to make the 4 freaking shelves. Stupid incompetent ass hat.
    .-= Kellie’s last blog post… Wordless Wednesday =-.

  7. Speaking of rabbits. . . did anybody see America’s rabbit couple, The Duggars, are pregnant again. When will these people go away? I read this today and had the same reaction as Mister did with all the nail gunning!

  8. I am no good with tools. If I had to build a home for a rabbit, I would have to eat the bunny out of compassion. But I did not know that you could get your dick involved in these things. Now I may buy some tools.

    That bunny house has two stories and two water bottles, so obviously there are plans for multiple critters. Maybe they are thinking of making furs or something. I would suggest that you sneak over and free whatever they put in there, but you know that Earl Jr. will think his critters escaped because he did not use enough nails.
    .-= stoogepie’s last blog post… Mister Shorts Number 9 =-.

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