My name is Arliss. I am a twelve-year old lop rabbit. I live in Just to the Right of Nowhere and I am a blue bunny in a red state. Generally, I blog on two topics, politics and litterboxes. Sadly, there is little difference between the two.
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Dear Arliss, I was once owned by a cute sable Netherlands Dwarf named Frederick the Great. As well as being a bit of a Hohenzollern, he was obsessed with soccer. Being a Netherlands Dwarf, he would perch on my shoulder, and watch Newcastle vs Arsenal or Newcastle vs Manchester for HOURS. I thought that he was a diehard ‘Toon’ fan, until one day, due to bad weather, and my inability to find the remote, he settled down to watch Yeovil Town vs Rushden & Diamonds in the First Round of the F.A.Cup. Then I realized…..it….was….all….about….the…grass!! Such is the way of modern macro-economic theory (and NO, we are not talking about increased tax revenues from C.sativa and C.indica in Washington State and Colorado)
*Lays the obligatory oblation – don’t you just HATE it when it is NOT alliteration because they are vowels, and it just turns into assonance? – of bunny treats at the feet of the All-Powerful Arliss, and genuflects appropriately* (see note)
Please convey my kindest regards to your hard-working staff – may their opposable thumbs never tire!
(note) I have determined that it is legal to do this in public, although, of course, it is MUCH more fun to perform this act in private!