tis the ghey.

emphatically, no. it was carefully chosen to annoy you and create doubts as to your virility among anyone who may be able to observe your monitor.

And to make you feel pretty.

what q said--it's supposed to look like a fertility planning site. ; >

StereotypeFilter: If boys like War and girls like Ponies, what do hermaphrodites like?

War Ponies.

And I think those carrots are clearly NSFW.

Doohickie, i can scratch the assend of your name with the curly carrot.

We'll get a skin for the boys sorted out with the bunny replaced by a very large drill.

Or a bunny with a drill in it's head.

Hey, there's nothin' wrong with the bunny. I was just wonderin'.

Or a bunny trapped in an industrial sander.

Has our bunny got a name?

Or maybe a bunny tied to some railway tracks.

or something like this or this?

Ishtar - Sumerian and Babylonian goddess of love and fertility. She had a habit of attracting lovers and then killing or maiming them.

Can we keep her? And name her Ishtar? Hu? Hu? Hu? Puleeeese?

I think the bunny indicates that we are all lab animals, soon to have oven cleaner applied to our eyes.

oven cleaner...and cheap cosmetics.

Ishtar's a good name, but is the bunny a female?

The bunny should be named Harvey, obviously.

Demons fear the bunny, but somehow it's still not tough enough for Doohickie.

The bunny's fine, really. I was just looking for something to discuss while MeFi is down. (The bunny helps me connect with my feminine side.)

The bunny may look cute, but then again, so did this one. Don't be fooled by appearances.

MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL
SCENE 21: THE KILLER RABBIT

Scene 21

[clop clop whinny]
???: They're nervous, sire.
ARTHUR: Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot.
Dis-mount!
TIM: Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
ARTHUR: Right! Keep me covered.
???: What with?
ARTHUR: Just keep me covered.
TIM: Too late!
[chord]
ARTHUR: What?
TIM: There he is!
ARTHUR: Where?
TIM: There!
ARTHUR: What, behind the rabbit?
TIM: It is the rabbit!
ARTHUR: You silly sod! You got us all worked up!
TIM: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit. That's the most foul,
cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on.
ROBIN: You tit! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
TIM: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide, it's
a killer!
???: Get stuffed!
TIM: It'll do you a trick, mate!
???: Oh, yeah?
ROBIN: You manky Scot's git!
TIM: I'm warning you!
ROBIN: What's he do, nibble your bum?
TIM: He's got huge, sharp-- he can leap about-- look at the
bones!
ARTHUR: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
BORS: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin'
right up!
TIM: Look!
[squeak]
BORS: Aaaugh!
[chord]
ARTHUR: Jesus Christ!
TIM: I warned you!
ROBIN: I did it again!
TIM: I warned you! But did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew
it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't
it? Well, it's always the same, I always--
ARTHUR: Oh, shut up!
TIM: --But do they listen to me?--
ARTHUR: Right!
TIM: -Oh, no--
KNIGHTS: Charge!
[squeak squeak]
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh! Aaaugh! etc.
KNIGHTS: Run away! Run away!
TIM: Haw haw haw. Haw haw haw. Haw haw.
ARTHUR: Right. How many did we lose?
???: Gawain.
???: Hector.
ARTHUR: And Boris. That's five.
GALAHAD: Three, sir.
ARTHUR: Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal
assault, that rabbit's dynamite.
ROBIN: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
ARTHUR: Oh, shut up and go and change your armor.
GALAHAD: Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will
make a mistake.
ARTHUR: Like what?
GALAHAD: Well,....
ARTHUR: Have we got bows?
???: No.
LAUNCELOT: We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR: Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis
one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him! Brother
Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
[singing]
How does it, uh... how does it work?
???: I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR: Consult the Book of Armaments!
MAYNARD: Armaments, Chapter Two, Verses Nine to Twenty-One.
BROTHER: "And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high,
saying, 'Oh, Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou
mayest blow thy enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord
did grin, and people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and
carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and
fruit bats, and large --"
MAYNARD: Skip a bit, Brother.
BROTHER: "And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out
the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less.
Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the
counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either
count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is
right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be
reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards
thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
MAYNARD: Amen.
ALL: Amen.
ARTHUR: Right! One... two... five!
???: Three, sir!
ARTHUR: Three!
[boom]

I don't know how to sex a bunny.

lots of lube

make it drink a couple of pints of water and then wait and see which toilet it goes into.

Or take it to a picnic, and see if it goes over to the guy at the barbeque to discuss the subtle nuances of grilling a steak, or the best tongs for flipping a burger. If it doesn't go over to the grill soon after arriving at the picnic, it is most assuredly not male. (this is an American thing)

Let's not go to Camelot. It's a silly place, anyway.

Luckily, we have the internet.

We could just make it a Brown Bunny...

make it drink a couple of pints of water and then wait and see which toilet it goes into.

: >

hmm, an coincidentally i was going to bring up two rather girl zone things, and one butt zone thing...

it peed blue
it's royalty or temporarily delusional
(great now i have to pee)

MeFi: makes me feel dirty
MeCha: makes me feel pretty