Wednesday, May 03, 2006

...the wrong rabbit.


'Ursa picked on the wrong rabbit,
on the wrong day.'

My little black mood has passed on.
& this rabbit has now put it's claws away.
I so wanted to have a shouty day today , but was denied by people being nice.
Where do all the worlds arseholes go when you want to rage at one?.

7 comments:

sim said...

The fart party solution to grumpiness

http://static.flickr.com/39/117239933_2d2d0f4a83_b.jpg

Now do those jazz hands !

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Pluto: I am really good at accepting insults. Fire away.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

By the way, I LOVE your cartoons. You are the cleverest cleverer I ever seen.

Tish said...

Dontcha just love Hoss?
Okay, so I think we all understand your need to vent - and now back away from those scissors...put down the gun...and yes, I see that machete in your back pocket.
Sim, we need to get you a Texas redneck woman. With most if not all of her own teeth.
Ha ha.
Great cartoon as usual.

sim said...

You see Hoss, people being nice to me, how can I have a shout at someone who invites you too.

Thank you all the same , but I've had some sleep & a sticky bun. Im content again.

Tish, I be disturbed if she had someone elses teeth.

the heartful blogger said...

nice and twisted!

sim said...

It's a subtle warning.
Never pick on a bad bunnie.

& thankyou , I havn't been called twisted for......hours.