Tosca Doesn’t Give a Fuck About The Future or about scratching my furniture. Punk. I’ve written it off as ‘physical memories’ Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation PrevNext 3 Comments tosca will eat google’s babies. now that’s gangsta. We recently got a couple rabbits because Lanta wanted a pet and I’m allergic to cats and dogs. We didn’t want hamsters or gerbils because they’re rodents and that’s just gross. Birds are too noisy and I don’t want any animal that needs to be kept in a tank. So we got rabbits. We learned everything about taking care of them, or so we thought. There’s one thing we missed tho, rabbits love to fuckin chew on stuff: pillows, shoes, toilet paper, videos, the couch, shirts, pants, socks, boxers, cords, plants, my purse, and basically anything within their reach except their toys. Fuck chew toys I think we’ll just get them a pair of shoes for Christmas. Lanta and I trained our rabbits to use the litter box. So we were shopping and bought this electronic shit strainer to clean the litter box because I can’t stand the scooping the shit out. It looked good. It costs $50.00! I’m thinking, OK, well I won’t be scooping shit so in about a month it’s worth $50.00. Lanta sets it up. It seems to work. I’m pleased. I guess I missed the big ACME letters on the box. The next day I come home from work. I hear a noise in the bathroom. I go to investigate. The thing has gone postal. The scooper arm is spring loaded and flinging kitty litter and shit all over the place. The poor rabbit is hiding in the closet, clearly traumatized by this Frankenstien toilet monster I’ve unleashed. I took it back, but the rabbits have been shitting everywhere except in the box. Oh yeah, and it was hell to clean it up too! Comments are closed.