nothing is quite as amusing as a bunny lamentedly (lamentedly, is that even a word?) singing about not getting laid. (and it’s such a ridiculously cute bunny; catchy song, too!)
except for perhaps this:
In fact, medical science has proved that a man can have a cerebral hemorrhage midhump — “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, ack!” — die, and still ejaculate.
unless of course, you’re a dude. but when some dudes say if they get to pick how to die, they’d like to die fucking, i’m thinking orgasmless-ejaculate-death isn’t exactly what they had in mind for heading to that clearing at the end of the path. then, again, i probably didn’t need to know quite so explicitly that spooge & orgasmic bliss do not go hand in hand. i mean, talk about “a w k w a r d”.
then again, you’d be suprised the shit that is amusing when you can’t sleep…
