You SHALL NOT go to the cinema; you SHALL NOT go to the nightclub; you SHALL NOT go to the pub.
You will instead knuckle down to your BunChores!
And put some elbow-grease into that scrubbing and hay-changing! And look! You missed a poop, over there! Did you think Otis didn't see that?
All together now:
I LOVE WORKING FOR UNCLE OTIS! MAKE ME KNOW JUST WHO I AM! 1-2-3-4 O-TIS BUN-CORPS 1-2-3-4 O-TIS BUN-CORPS 1-2-3-4 I LOVE OTIS-CORPS 1-2-3-4 I LOVE OTIS-CORPS MY CORPS! OTIS CORPS! MY CORPS! OTIS CORPS!
- HOW TALL ARE YOU, HOOMIN?
- Five foot nine, your BunNess.
- FIVE FOOT NINE?! I DIDN'T KNOW THEY STACKED POOP THAT HIGH!
Ssshhh Capt R! Otis has Johnny Joe lulled into a false sence of control and superiority ... you just blew it! that's how they get us right where they want us ...
Okay ... Otis McFluffyFeets is too much ... that beepable nose and the floofiness and he's a big ol guy, just looking all floppy to make me want to come and bun nap him! Look at that ... I can't be held responsible for my actions...
Oh, Otis is a baby??? He's huuuuge! Why can I not have all the bunnies in the world??? Wait... I know why... the four I have (I know ... I'm still six bunnies ... but Rosie and Brewster are still part of me ...) keep me broke and tired from all the veggie and hay and bunny stuff buying and the cleaning and entertaining ... four is my limit ... and two dogs ... the dogs are stupid ... we (me and the bunns) call them the stupid carnivores ...
AAAAaaa! I just found Otis' full name! Bwahahahhaah! Otis STEW McFluffyFeets! Every hoomin has to be a comedian ... And eventually we have to take the photo of our fluffy bunny in the stew pot ... it's just something us stoopid hoomins do...
RG, Otis is snickering about "your" Snickers, and all hoomins who attempt to make calm reasoned arguments about boundaries. While you are smelling his feet he will simply whisk them away. When you awake from your swoon, you will get another, probably identical, statement of the new Minimum Carta.
THIS IS MY HOOMIN! THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. MY HOOMIN IS STOOPID; THIS I CANNOT CHANGE. I WILL TRAIN MY HOOMIN AND I WILL DISAPPROVE OF MY HOOMIN. I WILL KNOCK MY HOOMIN INTO SHAPE. WITHOUT ME, MY HOOMIN IS USELESS. I WILL TRANSFORM MY HOOMIN FROM A PIECE OF POOP INTO A USEFUL PIECE OF POOP. BEFORE CINNAMON, I SWEAR THIS CREED!
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Wow what an amazing bun,the big boss
Today, Otis McFluffyfeets is dressed up as a sphinx! That is some epic disapproval right there.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO -- SUPERSNORGLE!!!
*Thud*
It...was...worth it...-ugh.
I can't keep coming back to DR ... you're killin' me! The fluffy feets ... of course we kiss your furry feets, Otis! Of course!!!!
All bun people are awesome ... I just have to point out that a bun person who names his or her bun Otis McFluffyfeets has got to be even more awesome!
Otis McFluffyFeets says "NO!"
You SHALL NOT go to the cinema; you SHALL NOT go to the nightclub; you SHALL NOT go to the pub.
You will instead knuckle down to your BunChores!
And put some elbow-grease into that scrubbing and hay-changing! And look! You missed a poop, over there! Did you think Otis didn't see that?
All together now:
I LOVE WORKING FOR UNCLE OTIS!
MAKE ME KNOW JUST WHO I AM!
1-2-3-4 O-TIS BUN-CORPS
1-2-3-4 O-TIS BUN-CORPS
1-2-3-4 I LOVE OTIS-CORPS
1-2-3-4 I LOVE OTIS-CORPS
MY CORPS! OTIS CORPS!
MY CORPS! OTIS CORPS!
- HOW TALL ARE YOU, HOOMIN?
- Five foot nine, your BunNess.
- FIVE FOOT NINE?! I DIDN'T KNOW THEY STACKED POOP THAT HIGH!
Private Hoomin: Are those....real poops?
Private Other Hoomin: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full poop jacket.
But not the Snickers, Otis. They are mine and not good for you anyway. Everything else, you get.
Fleetie - I looked up your reference and am subsequently reading the script for Full Metal Jacket. I did not see the movie - I will now!
hehehe I am Otis' owner! These comments are great! Thanks everyone :>)
I am Facebook Friends with this baby Flemish Giant.
He is so cute, and so loved! And yet, so disapproving...
@ Johnny Joe, soon you realize that you are not Otis' owner, but more like his human slave. :)
Ssshhh Capt R! Otis has Johnny Joe lulled into a false sence of control and superiority ... you just blew it! that's how they get us right where they want us ...
hahaha you're right! Im definitely his giant slave.
CR, did you say "baby"? Wow! Fleetie, at least we are drilling for Thunder Bunny.
Recently I have been enjoying the bunny names as much as the pictures :) And those are indeed some fluffy feets.
Okay ... Otis McFluffyFeets is too much ... that beepable nose and the floofiness and he's a big ol guy, just looking all floppy to make me want to come and bun nap him! Look at that ... I can't be held responsible for my actions...
Oh, Otis is a baby??? He's huuuuge! Why can I not have all the bunnies in the world??? Wait... I know why... the four I have (I know ... I'm still six bunnies ... but Rosie and Brewster are still part of me ...) keep me broke and tired from all the veggie and hay and bunny stuff buying and the cleaning and entertaining ... four is my limit ... and two dogs ... the dogs are stupid ... we (me and the bunns) call them the stupid carnivores ...
Oh, you should see Otis' ears. They would put you over the edge.
I see a big lump of charcoal waiting to be dropped into a stocking come Christmas! :)
Can we request an encore of Otis McFluffyFeets? Would LOVE to see those ears I'm hearing about!
AAAAaaa! I just found Otis' full name! Bwahahahhaah! Otis STEW McFluffyFeets! Every hoomin has to be a comedian ... And eventually we have to take the photo of our fluffy bunny in the stew pot ... it's just something us stoopid hoomins do...
RG, Otis is snickering about "your" Snickers, and all hoomins who attempt to make calm reasoned arguments about boundaries. While you are smelling his feet he will simply whisk them away. When you awake from your swoon, you will get another, probably identical, statement of the new Minimum Carta.
... OMG! Those foots, that mouf! What Fleetie said :-)
Bun Bootcamp "Hoomin-Owners' Creed":
THIS IS MY HOOMIN!
THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT
BUT THIS ONE IS MINE.
MY HOOMIN IS STOOPID;
THIS I CANNOT CHANGE.
I WILL TRAIN MY HOOMIN
AND I WILL DISAPPROVE OF MY HOOMIN.
I WILL KNOCK MY HOOMIN INTO SHAPE.
WITHOUT ME, MY HOOMIN IS USELESS.
I WILL TRANSFORM MY HOOMIN
FROM A PIECE OF POOP
INTO A USEFUL PIECE OF POOP.
BEFORE CINNAMON, I SWEAR THIS CREED!
"What is your major malfunction, hoomin????"
You bunny people are too funny! Thank you for the laughs!
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