The Bunnington Post

Month: May 2011

  • DYI brekkers

    What is this?! Are we supposed to get it out ourselves? Like this? Gizza munch, waitress… ORRITE then!

  • Marmalade’s Tardis mail

    Hmm, yes… I see, now then… Ah. Send breakfast by mail. … It had a mail function didn’t it? Hmm… Tardis. Been a while since I sent anything by Tardis. Snarf. Shouldn’t have chewed up the manual really, that wasn’t such a good idea. Access photographic memory… There: “Place mail item in Tardis. Shout: Fantastic!/Allons-y!/Geronimo!…

  • Size 2-0

    I don’t normally divulge such intimate details such as my measurements, but I am making an exception today. As you know, I am a firm believer in the social responsibilities that come with celebrity, and as such I am acutely aware of my contribution to a better world as a lagomorph role model. So, today…

  • Earsay

    There is a vicious rumour going round that I have had an earjob. I would like to go on record that I have not. I am naturally blessed with one black, and one white ear, as any professional Harlequin bun will. Don’t believe everything you ear in the press!

  • Spooning

    Hmmmaaahhh… Katrijn me pe’al, is dis da life or wot…? Promise me one fink me sweet darlin’ fluffbum… Don” stick yer icy feet under mine in win’er, orrite!

  • Far out!

    Whoa, potent stuff, dandelion beer, I’m seeing all kinds of outlandish stuff… Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…! Groovy… I’d swear a pink fluorescent bolt has descended from the sky… Pink dumbell… That’s ridiculous… I don’t do exercise… Messes up my mane… Oooooooooooooooooh, my mane, hee heeeee… ticklish! Stop nuzzling it… Heehhoooohahhahh! Is that a pink bolt I see? With……

  • Grassy paparazzi

    Haas. HAAS! There’s a pap in the grass. Let me rephrase that: there’s a paparazzo trampling all over my breakfast. Is nothing sacred anymore?! Eviden’ly not, me luv’ly!

  • Bigger inside

    Very nice specimen. Nice shape. Good structure… well proportioned. Deceptively small from the outside, as they tend to be! Colour is good too; promising smell. We’ll have to find out in a bit what texture we are dealing with but so far, the nose is good. We’ll have a nibble later when no-one is around!…

  • Want my waiter!

    Oi, waitress. Where’s da wai’er? ‘aven” seen ‘im aroun’ in days like, mereckons yer ‘idin’ ‘im som’where, rite… Eh? Wot’s ‘e doin’ in France, da place is full of frogs yeah, ‘ardly a stimula’in’ environnement fer a wai’er, if yer ‘xcuse me french. Sen’ ‘im mah way when ye’v foun’ ‘im, Ah’ve go’ a spesh…

  • Saint Delores

    Yes, you read it here first, I am a Saint. And I’m not even dead yet! You see, Ben is so impressed with my miraculous influence on the world – outbreaks of adoration, happiness and world peace and stuff – that he felt he could sanctify me while I’m still firing on all six .44…