This is going to cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show!*
*Hoo-Hah! Where BURLESQUE?
That rabbit’s dynamite!
A bit of subtlety that the cartoons slipped in:
You know how Elmer Fudd is always the butt of Bugs’ tricks?
Turns out the definition of “fud” is essentially “a rabbit’s butt.” :rolleyes:
What’s your recipe for baseballs? Mine are always a little tough, even though I’m really careful not to overcook them. Maybe I’m using the wrong marinade?
Have you considered a slow-cooker?
Keep your marinade. I like lemonade.
It’s always nice to hear from the boys in the chorus. (This was today’s Threadspotting, we hope you like our show.)
Th-th-th-th-th-that’s all folks!
At last, the recognition I’ve so richly deserved for so long!
I’d like to thank the little people who contributed to this thread. I couldn’t have made it any easier for you with the obvious title and you didn’t let me down.
Please help yourselves to the chips and dip in the reception area, but be sure to clear out by 5pm or I’ll sick the dogs on you.
It’s sick dog season!
Why for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?
What a gull i bull.
Don’t you worry, never fear: Robin Hood will soon be here.
OP, that sounds like a scarrumptious fricassee.
Here’s one I’d like to try, with lots of mushrooms.
Ain’t I a stinker?
Damn, you beat me to it.
But speaking to the OP, I’m going to forward the recipe to my sister. Once each year she cooks rabbit for her mother-in-law, usually on St. David’s day due to Welsh heritage.
You know, when I was very little, I was actually scared of him
That’s Welsh Rarebit. 
Did you know Daffy beat the crap out of him–over one dollar?
“I may be a coward-- but I’m a * greedy * little coward!”
This kind of reminds me of the episode of Cheers, at Woody ’ s wedding, with the two vicious Dobermans outside (like The Lads who terrorized Magnum).
Carla got so mad at being pushed out of the room she made those dogs run like scared rabbits!
Not meant for anyone, just posting:
What a tah-rah-rah-GOON-dee-ay!
What an ultra-ma-ROON!
What an im-BESS-ile!
I’m rich! I’m a wealthy miser!
I’m socially secure!
I’m comfortably well off!
I haven’t had this much fun since the boys came back from Gettysburg.