Icearstorm
Oh good grief
Speaking of Bunnies....
I have always refused to eat bunnies, just didn't sit well with me .
My Mom was quite determined to get me to try, but it was no go.
Well one day, when I was around 14 or 15, I came home from school and was told that we were having chicken. I like chicken, so that was ok with me.
We sat down at the table, and started supper...
Well, the chicken tasted funny, and looked miss shapen.
Finally I looked up at Mom and Dad...
"Mom, where did you get this chicken? Was it like on sale or something?
"No, why?" Responded Mom, never batting an eye lash.
"Well, it tastes weird, and I think it was an abused crippled chicken, or something..."
Well at that point both of my parents just cracked up. Dad roared, Mom had to run crossed legged to the washroom.
I never lived down the abused, crippled chicken, and I've never touched Bunny again.