That is dnal sdrawkcab, where all EMT vehicles say “Ambulance” on the hood so you can read it in your frontview mirror. In upside-down land, I would be 67. (It is a fancy 7.)
Here’s one of the cards I gave my wife for our anniversary:
Mr. Rabbit is taking his date back to “his place”–the magician’s top hat. He says to her, “Come on in, babe. This is where the magic happens.”
The caption: The Most Popular Rabbit Pickup Line.
According to my rabbit, every word of it true.
The little bastard.
So you are keen to pick up rabbits?
Until you’ve picked up and held a fluffy little life form that is breathing against your chest, you will never know the feeling of wet, pissy feet soaking through your shirt.
My favored fluffy little lifeform has twenty very sharp points that I become quite aware of if I make her happy.
A carefully held and aimed toad can be a wonderful pissy weapon against an aggravating younger brother.
Are you hearing an echo with just the three of us in here?..in here?..in here?
Let’s start talking trash about the OP and see if he shows up.
That Lumpy is one burpless cucumber, isn’t he?
Hey Lumpy, The Beav never liked you. Mrs. Cleaver, on the other hand… .
I heard she called him her little Lumpalicious Latin Loverboy.
Y’know, maybe he’s really Hugh “Lumpy” Brannum. Mr. Green Jeans from Captain Kangaroo? Of course, he died in 1987. Whoa, Lumpy’s a walker. A lumpy one.
**Lumpy is an Aries. I looked that up on AstrologyWeekly.com and it says “Aries have ramlike eyebrows and smug expressions. They should not be quite so smug because they are constantly clunking themselves in the skull.”
Maybe we should chip in for a helmet for him?
(Since I’m such a lady, I didn’t go the “sheep” route…)
I’m sorry, but I’m an Aries, too, and I do not have a smug expression. Some of it’s true, but not that; your information is kinda Lumpy.
I wasn’t speaking about human Arieses. They are bright, witty, personable and NEVER hit their heads on anything. My reference was taken from the Uranus Astrology Archives Society; Lumpy is listed as a charter member.
The Mad Elephant will shove it’s trunk up your arses and rip your guts out. It has defeated many of the occupants in my head, including Mr. T, the Balls-Biting Bear, the Bionic Gorilla, Captain Cocksmith, and others too numerous to list here.
OK, I think I may need to cut back on my carbs a bit…
Cut out the middle of the bread and eat the crust.
Oh, Lumpy is back, th efforts were not in vain. What is the opposite of an “-ectomy”?
OMG I am laughing so hard, Lumpy.
It only took you one hour and nineteen minutes to show up. Impressive! Now go away so we can do it again. 
“-intome”?
I don’t know what any of you are talking about; I would never defame my good friend-- :smack:
Do you think this process would work with Paul Newman?
Shall we off you so you can find out? In January, of course, so I can score twelve points on you in the Death Pool.