Elmer Fudd's all over the state are pulling down the side flaps on their fur-lined hats and loading up for some good stewin' meat.
Okay, I've actually had rabbit meat at a churrascaria in Glendale.
Tasted like chicken.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
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My grandpa raised rabbits when I was a kid. I loved petting the babies, but I had absolutely no compunction about eating the adults after seeing Grandpa's arms covered in nasty scratches -- the aftermath of a run-in with a cranky doe. He had at least one doe who was so ill-tempered she'd *growl* at you when you walked by.
Then I had a roommate who thought a rabbit made a suitable pet to keep in the apartment she shared with three other girls. I don't mean a cute little Dutch mini-lop or something. I mean a meat rabbit. Watership freakin' Down ... and it smelled like you cannot believe.
Rabbits are lovely creatures. High protein, low fat, and they do, indeed, taste like chicken ... especially when you fry them. Much easier to butcher, though.
Okay, what "guy" didn't read Emily's posting and think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail...
Tim: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit.
King Arthur: Ohh.
Tim: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Sir 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!
Sir Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Sir Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Sir Robin: You mangy Scots git!
Tim: I'm warning you!
Sir Robin: What's he do? Nibble your bum?
Tim: He's got huge, sharp... er... He can leap about. Look at the bones!
King Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Sir Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
I own a mansion and a yacht.
re: "My name is Elmer J. Fudd. I own a mansion and a yacht."
Wow, great obscure reference. I had to blow away some cobwebs in my memory to do a total recall on that classic Looney Toon.
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