jane
Well-Known Member
I had two bunnies. George was sweet and funny and died suddenly of a heart attack (stop fucking laughing, I was heartbroken). Angel was a complete cunt, not sweet or cuddly or friendly, and she's the one who sprayed her shit all over the rug and made me allergic. I had to give her away to a family, and when she eventually died (as bunnies do, the transient capitalist symbols that they are), it was the middle of winter, and too cold to bury her.Latex lizzie said:"prick bunny"
funniest two words ever uttered round these parts.I'm gonna get fired.
The family I'd given her to had two kids who were devastated at the loss of the bunny, whom they had renamed with something fucking retarded, and I was forced to go to the 'funeral' when it finally took place.
It was done with little ceremony, but I think the other kid read out some shitty poem, after which, the freezer in the kitchen was opened, the ice cream and some frozen meat moved aside, and the bunny pulled out, all stiff and icicled in a freezer bag. Then it dawned on them: it's easier to bury a dead rabbit when you've let it defrost for a while. She wouldn't fit in the shoebox like that.
So I left before she was placed in the ground, went home and laughed until my arse fell off. Bloody capitalists.