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BiBunny

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Ok, so I know already have one of these things somewhere, but I was a.) too lazy to look it up, and b.) narcissistic enough to think that people give a damn about me...twice.

Ask me questions. I reserve the right to not answer things that are too private, like "What is your social security number?" or "What's the account number on your paltry bank account?" Anything else is basically fair game.

As to the reason why I'm inflicting this thread upon you: I'm way behind, so I'm going to be stuck at my computer all night. The least I can do is amuse myself while I work.

So go on. Ask. You know you wanna. I'll even give you some sample questions to get the ol' creative juices flowing.


Q: "Bunny, if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

A: Anywhere that's warm year-round and has an ocean.


Q: "Bunny, do you ever get tired of being a flaming bitch all the time?"

A: No.


Q: "Bunny, what do you do with a master's degree in English?"

A: Porn.


Have fun, everybody!
 
Bunneh, do you have a bunny tail plug?
I saw one the other day and it was cute, but I am kitteh.
 
Bunneh, do you have a bunny tail plug?
I saw one the other day and it was cute, but I am kitteh.

No, I don't. I always look at them and go "ZOMG, CUTE!" Then, I remember just how much I hate butt plugs. I keep thinking of sewing a bunny tail onto the back of a pair of panties, though. :)
 
Most recent embarrassing moment then.

Ok, this one was actually a few years ago, but it was so awful that it ranks right up there. I know I've done embarrassing things since then, but this one still makes me wince to think about it.

I should probably point out before I start this that I hardly ever wear "real" shoes. It's flip-flops when it's warm outside and ballet flats when it's cold. If you see me in anything else, it's an unusual day.

A few years ago, when I was still in grad school, I was wearing a pair of my well-worn flip-flops. All the grad classes in my department at my school are/were 3-hour-long classes one day a week. So after sitting in a stuffy, uncomfortable building, listening to a lecture for 3 hours, I was understandably ready to get the hell out of there and go home when class let out.

So I went barreling down the stairs and out the front door. I was actually the first one out of class.

I made it to the curb before the sole of my very worn flip-flop curled underneath itself, hurling me off the curb and face-first into the parking lot. I could tell I'd broken a toe when I hit the ground, which is something I do quite frequently, but it also meant I couldn't just hop up and pretend like nothing had happened. I looked around to see how many people had witnessed it. Of course, everybody who was in that class had come out the front door right about the time I busted it on the pavement.

None of them were close enough to see what had actually happened. All they saw was that clumsy fat girl go flying...and then roll. And, yes, all the men were snickering, thus further cementing the idea in my mind that men in this state are, for all intents and purposes, totally useless.

One of the girls in the class actually did have the decency to run over and ask if I was ok and hand me the notebook I dropped. I thanked her profusely, promised I was fine, and limped off to my car to cry in pain and mortification in peace.

The moral of the story? It's best to be the last one to leave the classroom instead of the first, so that if you have any mishaps in the parking lot, there are no witnesses.

ETA: The worst part is that I was reminded of this epic fall from grace every time I put my foot down for about 3 weeks. Owie.
 
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I'm sure you probably told us some where but I'm lazy too.

Where did the 'bunny' come from? I'm good where the 'bi' came from. ;)
 
I'm sure you probably told us some where but I'm lazy too.

Where did the 'bunny' come from? I'm good where the 'bi' came from. ;)

No problem. :)

"Bunny" has been a real-life nickname for years. Bi_Kitty, also on this site, invented it for me. It's been so many years, though, that I can't remember WHY. But, yeah, I answer to "Bunny" in real life just as readily as I answer to my actual name!
 
ooh I have another question... Bunny may I pleaseeeeeeeeee PM you? :rolleyes::devil:
 
Bunny, I'm so sad. :( Have you ever had sex with someone from lit?

I've brought people I've been having sex with TO Lit, if that counts. But I've never known someone on Lit first and *then* had sex with that person.
 
Bunny,

If given the choice to be contented, but rather dimwitted and oblivious, or often unhappy but aware and reflective, which would you choose?
 
Bunny,

If given the choice to be contented, but rather dimwitted and oblivious, or often unhappy but aware and reflective, which would you choose?

I ask myself that question a lot. I feel that I'm currently in the latter category, though I wouldn't be surprised if other people thought differently. ;)

I think as long as I didn't realize how dimwitted and oblivious I was, I'd probably be quite content to go through life fat, dumb, and happy. I've always said that if I ever have children--which I won't--I hope that they'd be mediocre in every way because that would be the best chance they'd ever have of being truly happy.
 
Are you open to changing that? :devil:

Bunny, why did you ignore my question?! :(

Sorry, I didn't see it somehow.

I wouldn't necessarily rule it out, I suppose, if I met someone who intrigued me, but it's certainly not my reason for being at Lit. I've been through a lot in the past several years, so at the moment, relationships, sex, and so forth aren't at the forefront of my mind. I have other things I need to work on first. These days, I only go places like CollarMe, FetLife, etc. for the lulz, not to look for people.
 
Dearest Bunny, would you allow me to give you a massage tonight? :devil:
 
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