All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
I'm afraid we hoomins must play Mephistopheles to this great Faust!
I suspect I haven't the technology to see that band either.(It wouldn't by chance be Danny and the Juniors doing "At the Hop" would it?)
If we expect to live very long, I think we should all start downloading every track we can find by Rabbits with Glasses. Probably has a nice thumping beat we can do bunn chores to.
We hoomins can never hope to be as cool as YOU, oh Hipster Bun!
Faust knows it is hopeless to discuss the bunderground music scene with us. And forget club hopping with him.
If you think he is hip here, you should see him when i let him wear his shades and fedora. my Lop is constantly jealous, because his flat-lop face can't wear glasses
"And now, here is the News At Ten.Two hoomins in London were sentenced today to seven months of Hard Disapproval Without Parole for repeatedly forgetting to bring their rabbit owner his breakfast.Up to three hundred rabbits today marched on Number Ten, Downing Street to protest at what they described as 'endemic and willful stoopidity' among the hoomin members of society, and presented a PooPetition of up to seven thousand 'signatures', before delivering a Thirteen-Thump Protest, and turning and leaving amid furious footflicking.Good evening."
Yes, Faust DOES favor Walter Cronkite, in that bushy sort of way. (You are welcome, Mr. Cronkite, where ever you are...)And THAT's the way it is.I DISAPPROVE of these new word verifications!!!!!
"The University of Texas: What starts here changes the world." WC*Brilliant, Fleetie. However, Mr. Cronkite's podium was the evening news. I quess you all over there have to wait until ten for enough to have happened to put a show together. Hee, hee, just kidding!
I would love to read Faust's reviews of local bands!
... you're probably right, Faust. Wonder if Faust hates Mondays though?
"Tell me why?""I Disapprove of Mondays!I'm gonna THUMP...TheWholeDayDown!"
"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"And the angel said unto me,"These are the cries of the carrots,The cries of the carrots.You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest dayAnd to them it is the holocaust."And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweatLike the tears of one million terrified brothersAnd roared,"Hear me now,I have seen the light,They have a consciousness,They have a life,They have a soul.Damn you!LET THE RABBITS WEAR GLASSES!"
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