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Mozart (my fat, insanely gluttonous, insanely horny rabbit) just ran into the living room (where he's not allowed), ran under the Christmas tree and wouldn't come out.
And it's a fat tree, so I could reach him -- I had to sit there throwing ornaments at him for a good ten minutes before he got a move on. He seemed to like it under there, chewing on the lights and eating the candy canes and chocolates. Bastard.
I bet he's a lot fatter now.
That's him in my icon.
And it's a fat tree, so I could reach him -- I had to sit there throwing ornaments at him for a good ten minutes before he got a move on. He seemed to like it under there, chewing on the lights and eating the candy canes and chocolates. Bastard.
I bet he's a lot fatter now.
That's him in my icon.