Bunnies of death? Yes. It can happen here.
Bunny cake, followed by a case of bunny rot. Count on it.
Does Tufts University have a college of dust bunny engineering, or do I need to look elsewhere? #JustWondering
Dust bunnies are not good to eat.
Gruntle bunnies are.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, cooking supper for one, in my bunny slippers.
I am the Lonesome Cowboy, real name Earl Floyd Lloyd Putz. By profession I'm a putter. I had a pro shop once, "Putts By Putz". Nobody ever came in. That's why I kept the door locked. If only a few of them started coming in, I would have unlocked the door — even turned on the lights. Would have gotten dressed. (I usually hang out in my bunny jammies until there's a reason not to). So none of that worked, and here I am now, wandering the streets by candlelight, playing my lonesome kazoo.
I craved something sweet which is why I ate the heads off your chocolate Easter bunny collection. My bad, I guess. Yummy too.
I found a dust bunny under my bed this morning. I've been wondering where all the turd lints were coming from.
If you're looking for dust bunnies, I have more than I need. They make great Easter gifts. And when you're done playing with them, you can just shove them back under the bed and let them amuse themselves in the dark.
Little-known fact: Dust bunnies evolved from dinosaurs so they could hide under my bed and chew on my shoelaces.
Mom has a stick full of notches. I have a plate of nachos. The cat has a collection of gotchas, mostly dust bunnies named Alfredo. Clever beast.
My Mom thinks I can take you. The only problem is, she didn't say where, so I'll get back to you after I ask her. She's a sumo wrestler, so look out if she asks to sit on her lap, but you probably won't hear her coming because she always wears bunny slippers.
Right after lunch Ed asked me to blow on him though I didn't, no. I sent him back under the bed without even any friendly tickles. #MyOddFriendEdTheDustBunny
Rodney created a homunculus of of dust bunnies. You know Rodney, right? He's good with bunnies, Rodney is.
Rumplebunny never leaves his bathrobe. That's why
And finally, never underestimate the capabilities of anything that can survive on a diet of cat food.
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Me? Sniffing my armpits more than usual these days.
