DaFuh?!? A Story of Easter
Once upon a [[temporal rift]] the Bunnies were doing normal bunny stuff in a garden that was overflowing with all the stuff they liked to eat which was ending up making them super fat. They was beyond fat. They was phat. OR they were trending that way, a trend is a self-filling prophecy.
Seriously, you should control your rabbit’s diet or they end up on a talk show crying about how they have no self-control and it was your fault.
But one Bunny was special, a special little jerk who did not like things they way they were and did not want to be a bunny overeating in a delightful little garden until such a day might come that he might get eaten by a grateful farmer. He did not appreciate the goshie darn circle of life.
But no, this little guy had ambition. He was an artist, he wanted to express himself and not get eaten
Of course he knew in order to make his way in society he needed a benefactress, someone to support him while he climbed the social ladder which was hard for a rabbit to do because rabbits were not evolved for ladder climbing.
Knowing his limitations he found himself a young sex starved libertine, full of bad habits and money.
With her help he devised an artistic persona to épater le bourgeois which is an important thing to do to the bourgeois if you are an artist, he started dressing up fancy weird. The punk!
Then he came up with his first art project, colored eggs he handed out to unsuspecting kids, but inside each eggs was a special genetically modified embryo that looked like Jesus Christ.
There was all sorts of Jesus Christ — Jesus preying, Jesus crucified. All sorts — mad perfomrance skillz.
This is what passes for art nowadays the conservatives garrumphed! But nobody really cared, because they were little people who, though they perhaps controlled the country, did not have the soul to understand the art nor épater le bourgeois, because they were the bourgeois that was being épatered.
Things was goin’ great for our little artiste and his fancy woman. They was making lots of that green green, and dancing up all day and flaunting their public immorality so that religious leaders were upset.
OOOH the Religious Leaders were also being épatered OOOH OOOH OOOH
pictures were found of the rabbit cavorting in the nude with his cretinous cousin and a naughty boy dressed like Satan!
They had to flee the country or end up fricasseed
Now they live in Belize in an artist colony/religious cult at a compound with lots of guns and explosives they setup where they can do as many drugs and have as many freaky sex parties as they like without gettin’ no trouble from “The Man”
Look, I’m not saying it’s wrong, the bad stuff they do. I have a pretty lazy fair view of things as far as things go, but somebody should do something about it. Enough is Enough until it’s too much!! But I like it, said the rabbit, said little Mr. Schnufflebuns.
In the words of a great thinker who saw this shit and said
This article was written by IG Agents 6 and 77 with some graphical help provided by IG Agent 89.
Agent 6 is also the author of The Vaults of Fug, available for Amazon Kindle
Note by IG Agent 86 — the text has been published as received. No spelling or grammar has been changed because it is my experience that when 6 writes something like this they want it to remain like this. Evidently they think they are being edgy.