The Tail of A Mad Bunny

A Tail of a Mad Bunny's Life

How sad for this bunny… As an infant he did not breast feed. His Mother tried her best, but he refused to eat from her teat. Might have tasted odd or was just too much work. Whatever the problem, it nearly drove her berserk.

Even in nursery school this little tyrant desired control. Over a room full of toddlers he attempted to rule. They ignored him considering him a fool. Continuing their play refusing to be his tool. With the failure of his plot he lost his cool. Deliberately filling his pants with stool.

Grade school was a terror of his own making. Classmates’ attempts at friendship he was always forsaking. The Psychiatrists, he felt, were just playing head detective. So what if he is mentally defective… To bad the Psychiatrists couldn’t find a treatment that was effective.

Girls universally snub him since he is always rubbin’ his little nubbin’. He is expert at procrastination except when it comes to his masturbation. This Schmuck just loves to fist fuck. His bedroom must be icky since the walls are sure to be sticky.

This bunny conned his mother out of some money. He bought a pellet gun trying to be funny. He’d shoot squirrels and his neighbors little girls. This gun touching Zealot shot stray dogs and splattered frogs with his pellets. Hiding in the bushes shooting passersby in their tushes. This would excite his little wank, which he would compulsively spank.

In an effort to tame this Lout, his mother made him a Boy Scout. He was irate! Knowing that he would detest and hate this troop. To protest he cried and sat in his own poop. At his first meeting he was appalled by the warm cheery greeting. Do his ears deceive? These ingrates believe in morals and integrity! Like a Nazi Kraut hell bent on a coupe, he plotted to undo the wonderful things these Boy Scouts pursue…

Needless to say the other Scouts learned to regard him with contempt. Especially, since he would always masturbate in his tent. The Boy Scout Motto he did not learn. A single merit badge he would never earn. If he could not call the shots and control everyone like robots, then scouting wasn’t his concern.

One day at school what does he see across the play ground…is it a hound? No! It is a moo-cow, and the site makes his tiny nubbin’ hard somehow. Too scared to say hello he decides to be her shadow. Someday he may find a way to lead her astray.

With the school band Ms. Bovine does play…Music lessons every day. Only the bunny can not play… His skill at tantrums makes for a spectacular display. None may compete with the way which he beats his meat. It would be cool… It would be grand if only he had an instrumental talent at hand. He could be in the band. Realizing he can expertly finger wood there may just be an instrument he could play almost as good. Alas the fife! He blows this wood as only a pro could.

Looking for a hobby where he could play with wood. He joins the ranks of the amateur craftsman. Constructs little projects without the aide of a draftsman. Big expensive pieces of wood transformed into shavings. What a way to waste his meager savings. Shoddily constructed projects, which tumble apart in the gentle breeze of a fart. Playing with wood is his art. He saves every little scrap… Someday he will die in a firetrap.

His Mothers wishes he was forsaking. Time for masturbation he was taking. Laying there his bed was quaking. His fists were shaking. His loins were aching. He had an orgasm in the making. Finally, his little pecker was awaking…

This Rodent with a poor disposition is upset. He is sore because he failed in his life’s mission. To reign supreme he developed a temper akin to nuclear fission. He’d be the dominant power! Scream and shout to force everyone to cower and vow their submission. His plot held a fatal error of omission. Having a brain smaller than a walnut… He is Stupid! What made him think we’d ever listen?

This bunny is a rare breed. He is a jack-off rabbit and his hunger for Internet porn he cannot completely feed. Always online, pumping his privates while staring at a nude bovine. Surfing from web-site to web-site attempting to fulfill his perverse need. Large utters are a fetish and make him feel so funky he spontaneously spanks his monkey.

This bunny has become bald. Due to the high output masturbation involved. The excessive beating of his bone has created an abundance of testosterone. At least he still has plenty of hair on his derrière.

For far to long he has lived with his mom… Just so he’d have a place to play with his dong. Shouldn’t he be out on his own? After all he’s completely grown… Perhaps he is just lazy. Life there must be crazy…

For years he’d stalk Ms. Bovine, even into her windows he’d gawk. Jerking his crotch all the while he was on watch. She knew he was lurking about because his attempts to hide he’d botch. Somehow she thought it was cute, how he’d hide and remain mute. Thought it is stupid, all it took was a visit from a goddamn cupid…

His parents are in dismay…He is moving his girlfriend into their tiny home. She is sure to get in the way. At least they know their son isn’t gay. But couldn’t she stay in the yard where she can roam? If it would help they’d supply lots of hay. As for house keeping on her they cannot rely… She was born in a barn, for messes she doesn’t give a darn.

This bunny’s amorous intent was torn asunder… in his embrace Ms. Bovine’s bowels roared like thunder. Showing no disgrace she roils for another flatulent blow of goo. The smell is that of the deepest part of Hell. In the midst of this noxious stew his parents were at a loss for what to do… They gave their son a shovel to clean up the poo… And installed an industrial exhaust vent since bovine fecal farts are an uncertain event.

Because they rarely got to satisfy their sexual itch… Living with his parents was an idea they had to ditch. Never Ready moaned and bitched. This chronically habitual masturbating slob did not want to get a job! He just wanted to stay home and plunge his knob. Ms. Bovine said, “Stay at home if you must, but you won’t get to bury your bone and satisfy your lust!” Feeling that her ultimatum was unjust he set out to find a job before his balls might bust. Then he came up with a scheme… What benefits could he score if he seemed to be hurt while at work? His wrists were sore from that last jerk… Workers Comp, what a perk!

The Runt found employment as a warehouse grunt. His inflated ego dictated a better job than he rated. A malcontent from the start, an evil plot in his heart. His boss he’d bring down by making him seem a clown… He needed a desk where he could sit to stroke his penis ‘til it spit. After all, the warehouse was dusty and had no privacy when he got lusty. Alas, his little schemes did not work. All he accomplished was to verify he is a jerk. His boss’s patience had expired and he found that he got himself fired.

Unemployed and he did not care… He had stole enough inventory to raise cash for a year… Internet auction sites are where he fences some of the goods. His fellow hoods in Texas convert the rest into pay-dirt! His dirty money is not subject to taxation. He only has contempt for this Nation!

His hatred of America dates back to the Civil War. And the Union’s action that his ancestors bore… The Family’s plantation was taken by our Nation. The slaves were freed and were happy indeed. No longer would they be abused and misused… Forced to ceaselessly toil working the soil… The plantation was given to the ex-slaves for the duration. It is a mystery why he is so angry about this bit of History… Perverted and corrupt sure to deprave… The entire world he seeks to enslave… His family’s heritage he vows to restore…

Legal: The never ready bunny is purely fictional. Any likeness to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental and truly sad.