- my brother. Realizing drunken Rabbits and fire are not a good combo.
Showing posts with label Echoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Echoes. Show all posts
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Echoes from the Rabbit Hole
"I don't like anything that's rubbery - or that grows - in my mouth."
- my mother. Calamari, anyone?
Echoes from the Rabbit's Den
"I bet it sure would be a lot of fun to ride a Sour Cocky!"
- my grandmother, proclaiming her interest in motorcycle riding...
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