Well Bob the Bunny, (tm), and Parisian Barbie made up after all the hell on the set of "B. t. B. has a hobby"...see post below. All that firing of projectile farts, and yell'n, hollering throwing props at each other, and such.
Speaking of that shoot. Yeah that one didn't go over too good around here. Transvestite Bunnies seems to have crossed a line I didn't see. Heck I should have just posted the damned thing on my Queer page, and been done with it.
'But I digress.
Well dear old Bob finally got home,...alive. Remember there was some question about that at the end of the last installment. Anyhow when Bob the Bunny came to three days later...Peyote/Meth cocktails are a bitch.
As I sez.
When Bob was conscious again he "Bunnied up", and called Parisian Barbie, and said he was sorry'n all. Especially for taking a dump in her box of Mayfair custom made Deluxe French Chocolate Bonbons.
Interesting. Bunny turds are identical to French Bonbons in every way. Eh except taste, and smell. Anyway he said he was sorry.
So all is well As you can see our happy couple is seen here on their outing together to the Caravaggio exhibition at the Met. They then went over to D.U.M.B.O. where they dined on a swell'n swanky meal of deep fried squid suckers...yummy!
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