You know what? I fucking hate rabbits. Rabbits have fucked up my head all through my life...
For instance, when I was little (around 6 maybe) I saw the animated movie "Watership Down." Yeah, uh, I shouldn't need to tell you what seeing cute little bunnies ripped apart does to a 6 year old.
Then, when I was maybe 9, my parents got me a cute little bunny rabbit for easter. He was really friendly and active and cute... So yeah, I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing something squeeling. I look into the rabbit's cage, and the cute little guy looks my in the eye, screams a terrible scream that I will carry the scars of for the rest of my life, and dies.
Apparantly, I went to my parents' bed, woke them up, and said "My rabbit just screamed and now it won't move."
It turned out that the rabbit had some sort of terribly painful disease that eats up the intestines or something...
Anyway, we got another rabbit. And this one was the total opposite of my late easter bunny. It was the shittiest pet ever. He HATED everything (especially people), sat around all day doing nothing, and just basically sucked. He's still alive though (as far as I know, we gave him away a couple years ago).
So yeah, I fucking hate rabbits for all the trauma they've cause me. I don't care if it wasn't their fault, the little fuckers piss me off.
And that's my rant for today.
For instance, when I was little (around 6 maybe) I saw the animated movie "Watership Down." Yeah, uh, I shouldn't need to tell you what seeing cute little bunnies ripped apart does to a 6 year old.
Then, when I was maybe 9, my parents got me a cute little bunny rabbit for easter. He was really friendly and active and cute... So yeah, I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing something squeeling. I look into the rabbit's cage, and the cute little guy looks my in the eye, screams a terrible scream that I will carry the scars of for the rest of my life, and dies.
Apparantly, I went to my parents' bed, woke them up, and said "My rabbit just screamed and now it won't move."
It turned out that the rabbit had some sort of terribly painful disease that eats up the intestines or something...
Anyway, we got another rabbit. And this one was the total opposite of my late easter bunny. It was the shittiest pet ever. He HATED everything (especially people), sat around all day doing nothing, and just basically sucked. He's still alive though (as far as I know, we gave him away a couple years ago).
So yeah, I fucking hate rabbits for all the trauma they've cause me. I don't care if it wasn't their fault, the little fuckers piss me off.
And that's my rant for today.
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mnislahi:
i, uh, used to like them.. i had one and it ran away.. i was so pissed off.. actually i was mad, but who cares... mom wanted to buy me another one and i told her no way he's gonna run away and she did it anyways.. guess what?
need2xcap2:
how sad is that....o think i can bare the scars now too...just hearing about it hurts my heart....i'm sorry that u had bad experiences w/ cute and fuzzy bunnies.... 