The Bunnington Post

The Bunnington Post: Through the Lagomorph Lens

  • Sun

  • Showdown

    Stop eyeing up my dress. I know your kind, you’d borrow it and bring it back with your fur all over it. Or you’d get it stuck in the Cloaking Device. Or it would have holes in the wrong place… Listen very carefully, I will say this only once: Back away from the Lanvin number!…

  • I did it my way

    Orrite? Any ques’ions?!

  • Nose

    Come hither, juicy, defenceless blade of grass…

  • Bad fur day

    Oh, poor Haas’s rep is going to suffer. A pap in the country den! His fur is all over the place. He’s not going to like the front page tomorrow… Best book him in with my furologist ASAP. Snorgle..

  • Dirty Dolly

    I know what you’re thinking. “Did she fire six poos or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 MagBum, the most powerful arse in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask…

  • Multitasking Delores

    There’s nothing like combining my two favourite passtimes at the same time: dressing up and snacking!

  • Pudding Bun

  • Battle tank forward!

    Huh? Oh. Outta pe’rol. Can” afford i’ anymore dem dese days. Dis ole fing does abaht 2 miles to da gallon… Ah’ll jus’ sit ‘ere channelin’ me inner Libyan rebel instead, mefinks

  • Cloaking Device 2.0

    Haas, what’s this thing? Looks like a cloaking device of some kind. What do you reckon? Defini’ely iffy. It jus’ appeared outta nowhere dinnit? Although, mefinks da waitress ‘as somfink ter do wif it. Is i’ a hoomin cloakin’ device?

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