
Okay… you asked for it… you got it…

Okay… you asked for it… you got it…

Okay… just to clarify… in the last post I said I take responsibility for the idea behind this series of posts, but that, from now on, the content… the ideas of what I end up riding on, all come from you… but bear in mind that when someone wants to see me riding on a duck or a hamster, it might end up as a cute baby duck… or a hamster in a wheel… because me and crack squirrels in my head still have some creative control… oh yeah…

Okay… just so you know… I take responsibility for the premise of these posts… but from now on, the content, that’s all on you…

Well, once again, the crack squirrels living inside my head have gotten me in over my head… uh… so to speak…
I say this is an interactive blog, where we have fun together…
And then I told you I was taking requests to do pictures of me riding on… stuff…
And now the requests are rolling in…
So… buckle up…

Oh yeah… now I have four… well, two, I haven’t removed the backgrounds from the last two yet… pictures of me that I can open in Photoshop, use the magic wand color selector tool to select the new black background, select ‘invert’ in the selection options menu, and easily cut and paste me into any picture of any animal or object I can find in Google images… Then I just use the magic eraser to erase my back leg down to the new image, and we are good to go!
I am now taking suggestions… what would you like to see me riding on?

So I could make them look like this…

After cutting them down to this…


This gallery contains 4 photos.

Let me take that theory one step further… only do it somewhere away from other people… this is all about you…

It’s all about choice…

***(WARNING!!! This post is going to piss some of you off)***
It is totally a religious holiday, oh Sinny McSacrilege… the Great Bunny gave his only son, who was made of chocolate, to us, to teach us the correct and moral and only way… the one, true way… to color eggs… and yet we, being imperfect mortals, ate that poor chocolate bunny, and therefore were given a pestilence of fat thighs and bad skin… for our sins… because we worshipped the idols of Peeps, and sought to fill our divine baskets of goodness with cheap, knockoff jelly beans and crap made by corporations who were fooled into thinking that they were people, made in the image of the Great Bunny, by Trump Supporters and corrupt leaders who thought their sole duty was to keep the president from achieving anything… just because it offended them that he was same color as the son of the Great Bunny… and because these men have no sense of shame… or right and wrong… or even of irony… we are now forced to use artificial grass to try to fill the emptiness that is inside our baskets of goodness, and lo, our bunnies will forever be hollow.