Back in my day we didn't have these little lop-eared sissies prancing around, throwing limp-wrist punches! No sir, boxing bunnies were tough as all get out! They ate rusty nails for breakfast then pooped out solid gold by noon! And they liked it. A lot.
The toughest of them all was good ol' Punchy McPunch. Now there was a boxing bunny...
Punchy McPunch; real American hero.
EDIT: I added boots. What was I thinking? He might have been tough, but not tough enough to box without those little lace-up booty things...
4 comments:
Abs of steel! Also, neck of steel!
I had a lop-ear'd bunny viciously attack me the other week. He is no sissy. He is surly as can be.
WOWOWOWOWOOWOWOOOOOOOOOO PUNCHY GO!
Kick, punch, it's all in the fur...if you wanna fight me, you best be sure...to not get to cocky...better dodge and block me...otherwise I'll bunny punch a small tree...now PUNCH! Nicely done. You win the "Best Tree Punch" award.
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