Only one thing stands in the way of achieving my dream, the blue ninja bunnies. Don't laugh. I mean it. Do. Not. Laugh. Nothing, and I mean nothing, tops the stealth of bright blue fuzzy bunnies that I can never see coming. And they're pretty vicious too. The bunny in Monty Python and the Holy Grail had nothing on them. (And I mean had, they probably killed him too, with cotton balls.)
I can hear them though, chewing their carrots. Don't call me crazy either. The very word 'crazy' makes them blood-thirsty.
I have found one method of keeping them at bay though. Simply put two stereos (or two computers, or two tvs) next to each other, and put a country cd (the most patriotic and honky-tonk one available) in one, and the most dirty gangsta rap cd in the other. Play them simultaneously. It'll stop the rabbits in their tracks, but it won't kill them directly.
It'll simply tick off any country lover or rap fan within hearing distance. There's a lot of them around here, and they all have something in common. They either love country and hate rap, or they love rap and hate country. Hearing both at the same time will make them murderous like a blue ninja bunny who hears 'crazy.' Those poor blue ninja bunnies don't stand a chance.
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