There’s an empty trash strewn lot in the middle of my neighborhood (next to a very run down house), with several dozen rabbits running around it. I never wanted to call the city on it because hey, cute bunnies! and I figure maybe the people living in the very run down house might need them for food.
But this changes my perception. Murderous little fuzzballs just biding their time.
i’m not a tattoo guy, but now i really want to see lots of people getting medieval manuscript-based tattoos. some of them are lovely, particularly all the animal ones. and that nun harvesting penises BEGS to be a tattoo.
And here I’ve always thought this was just sex-starved – or bitter – monks making ribald puns. (For instance, there’s a vignette in the Bayeaux Tapestry of a falcon chasing a rabbit…makes raunchy sense when you consider Fr. coni [rabbit] in light of Fr. con [the C-word that American men are not allowed to say], considering Norman attitudes towards the English…)
Or maybe I’m still just buzzing from my first (finally!) viewing of Deadpool…