I sleep under a furnace on a bed of rusty nails with bricks for a pillow. Is it any wonder that I'm a light sleeper?
Kill by night... And cuddle by day? He's so fluffy I just want to use him for a pillow. I'm sure I could spare a pint or so... He couldn't eat that much, could he?
The bloodthirst of the jackalope is legendary. Cuddle? Maybe. It would be the last cuddling ever, but... maybe. Don't forget about the face eating! Be CAREFUL.
Ah! I had forgotten about the face eating! Thank heavens that I caught your warning before I snuggled in for that untimely final cuddle. I thought I might have blood to spare, but I'm afraid I mightn't survive the lack of a face. I owe you one, brother.
Jason owns the Jackalope. He would love this pic.roo
I spotted this Jackalope on South Congress, nowhere near Sixth. So many Jackalopes!
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