Ok, so there was this pretty lady recently, see... and she suggested that I... how do I say... "tidy up the playground" a little bit. You know... be a little more considerate with the landscaping, so to speak, so that they could better appreciate the "Big Toy" (no need to call me out on this one, ladies, I'm fully aware of the intense irony - complete inaccuracy, even - of that particular metaphor). Such maintenance is not an easy thing to do for a (literally) hairy-assed rotund rabbit, but I figure it can't be worse than what they are doing, and if it helps some of the lovelies loathe me a little less, why not, right...????
So invest in the equipment, come back home, and give it stab. Well, less of a "stab", and more of a "scrape". Ok, a number of "scrapes". And, despite the challenges of geometry that must have the ladies I've seen scratching their heads in wonder, it all went relative painless and smooth (pun intended).
And then, twenty minutes passed.
AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!
Now I know "why not".
Is this SUPPOSED to happen? I haven't used anything on it (more accurately, "them"), but it's like the air is transformed into napalm around my tender bits! I'm walking around like a 90 year old cow-poke with an industrial case of 'rhoids, and as we "speak" I'm tea-bagging a bucket of Cherry Garcia just to keep my sanity.
Is this is what it's like for them as well??? If so, then the ladies (professional or otherwise) that do it regularly for us have earned so much more appreciation and gratitude from this recently enlightened (and horribly SHOCKED) bunny.
Now, if you'll excuse me, parts of me need more ice cream.
Happy thumping, all...
P.S. It's pretty clear that - if this ever "heals" to the point that I will be able to play the "tickle game" again - I'll need to find me a lady who truly doesn't mind her rabbits hairy... or, failing that, at least one who really likes cherries....
So invest in the equipment, come back home, and give it stab. Well, less of a "stab", and more of a "scrape". Ok, a number of "scrapes". And, despite the challenges of geometry that must have the ladies I've seen scratching their heads in wonder, it all went relative painless and smooth (pun intended).
And then, twenty minutes passed.
AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!
Now I know "why not".
Is this SUPPOSED to happen? I haven't used anything on it (more accurately, "them"), but it's like the air is transformed into napalm around my tender bits! I'm walking around like a 90 year old cow-poke with an industrial case of 'rhoids, and as we "speak" I'm tea-bagging a bucket of Cherry Garcia just to keep my sanity.
Is this is what it's like for them as well??? If so, then the ladies (professional or otherwise) that do it regularly for us have earned so much more appreciation and gratitude from this recently enlightened (and horribly SHOCKED) bunny.
Now, if you'll excuse me, parts of me need more ice cream.
Happy thumping, all...
P.S. It's pretty clear that - if this ever "heals" to the point that I will be able to play the "tickle game" again - I'll need to find me a lady who truly doesn't mind her rabbits hairy... or, failing that, at least one who really likes cherries....





