November 29, 2007

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• It's times like these when anthropomorphism really comes to bite you in the ass. But I can't stop thinking: who had to scrub all the chocolate off that iron before somebody needed it for laundry?
• Jesus Christ. I never thought chocolate would be that disturbing. When its eyes blew back from the blast of the hairdryer, I suddenly got queasy.
• That really takes the fun out of Easter.
• Waste of a good iron. I had to stop after that. I already had a bad day.
• I'm reporting this to PETCA.
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• I always eat the face first so I don't have to listen to their screams.
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• you're all forgetting that the easter bunny is a symbol of eternal life and resurrection. tho' he dies a thousand household appliance induced deaths, he will rise again.
• In the shape of a Kisses.
• yet another case for solid chocolate bunnies... those cheap hollow ones aren't worth s**t....
• What's more disturbing: This movie or the fact that my mouth never stopped watering as I watched it?
• The second one.
• or the fact that the bunnies were some weird orange color and did not look like chocolate AT ALL!! /ew!
• Somewhere out there, someone is masturbating to this.
• OK it was me.
• Am I the only one who thinks that was totally awesome? Also, now I want chocolate.
• I think it was awesome too. Nice coloured appliances as well. Inspiration?
• muteboy, you might want to try clicking that link.
• I thought it was tastefully done.
• I think it is inappropriate for muteboy to disrupt the thoughtful conversation of this thread with his little coming out message. While I applaud his courage, I feel his choice of timing and location was ill-advised.
• Right. Maybe that should be in the self-post thread... Ironic that someone so rampantly in breach of the original "Bunny Suicides" cartoonist's copyright should be concerned with hotlinking, but I guess I did ask for it. It was the one of the bunny lying under an iron, then reaching to switch the power socket on. I still think that pink irons and hairdryers are pretty.
• Images have power. I remember an art history class where we had to choose a picture of a person, so I chose Martin Luther King, Jr. Then we had to poke out the eyes of that picture. Do you know how freakin' queasy I felt poking out the eyes of MLK? Like a lot. Which was the point of the exercise. I did not like to watch this video, and immediately had to search for this when it was over, to make it all... um... "better." (Skip to about 2:20 if you don't want to see the intro, which is slow.)