April 15, 2010
Let’s get something straight
Putting a rabbit in a trance state does not make you a rabbit whisperer. It’s like saying that feeding a feral cat makes you a cat whisperer. Or rubbing the belly of a dog makes you a dog whisperer. Just because most folks don’t know a thing about rabbits does not make you some kind of a phenomenon.
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And if I could have categorized this with “rant,” I would’ve.
Tell the truth, are you a rabbit whisperer too? Perhaps you could put on performances just outside the Clusterflock Inn. We could sell tickets and people could see you put crazy, dangerous rabbits into trances.
There could be other side-show acts too.
People could get discounts if they order Motherfucker and a show.
I keep trying to figure out how to frame a penis whisperer joke.
How many penis whisperers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A penis whisperer walks into a dildo shop…
y’all make my life easier.
A cowboy walks into the Whispering Penis Saloon. The bartender says “what can I do fer ya?” A small voice, from the open fly of the cowboy’s Wranglers sez, “I’d like a sarsaparilla.” The bartender bends over, grows quiet. Whispers to the zipper, “Are you sure? Looks like you’ve had enough already.”
Anyone feel free to “tighten” that up.
Whispering Pines Saloon with a twist?
that’s a good one, Rick. maybe we can fluff it up a bit, but it’s got good bones. it shouldn’t be too hard to see it rise to its potential. in short, I think it can be big.
*snort*
I expected Rick’s story to be on the Donner Party post when I saw it in the sidebar.