MY BLOG IS REALLY UGLY AND ON HIATUS SO.
SORRY
one more thing about Raffles, man. Don’t let anyone say he’s a crap friend. Because… he is. He’s a using butt. But he does this thing where if someone is rude/hateful/mean to Bunny they:
A: end up robbed blind
B: end up with all their dirt exploited.
C: end up dead
by either
“But who gave you my address?”
“I wheedled it out of your excellent editor; called on him at dead of night, when I occasionally go afield like other ghosts, and wept it out of him in five minutes. I was your only relative; your name was not your own name; if he insisted I would give him mine. He didn’t insist, Bunny, and I danced down his stairs with your address in my pocket.”
A.J. Raffles, No Sinecure
Can we just talk about how broken and weak and defeated Raffles is at this point? (He aged 20 years in 2) and yet the man dances down a flight of steps because he finally knows where Bunny’s at.
I am wearing a paper crown I found.
*dramatic news anchor music*
This just in:
I love Dio so much it’s getting disgusting.
I have no idea what the proper way to spell mustache is. BOTH MUSTACHE AND MOUSTACHE COME UP IN MY DICTIONARY. HELP.
Kid Bunny is always grumpy for being kept out of bed all night. (I chubbed him up since this drawing… Bunn without some chub is no Bunn at all)
