Sumo Merriment

This is Sumo here by her 55' Porsche Speedster 356 A. I sold it a few years back...but that's another story. If you'd like to read my post for Sunday at The Blue Republic...just click your heals twice...you might find it illuminating to read what I have to say...you be the judge!

Labels: bunny love, financial status, marriage, romance, sumo psycho humor

Posted by sumo at 1:07 AM | Permalink | Comments Return to Top

Mr. and Mrs. Sumo were caught in inflagrante delicto by some Paparazzi with a camera. Boy...were were they embarrassed!
See...it's like this...I'm their spokesperson for the media, and they just want to be sure that they will be allowed their privacy in this matter until it can be determined whether or not they violated any state laws. Now, they do not dispute that they violated each other...several times...but it's up to the courts as to whether they need to be jailed for anything possibly lewd and lascivious.

There is such a thing as "bunny love"...it started back in the 80's I think. They were flower bunnies...and it was bunny love at first sight. They have been nuzzling noses for years now, in fact the 16th is another milestone in their marriage...25 years of...well...violations just about everywhere and anytime. They admitted to me that in fact they'd shocked many a passenger on their Alaskan cruise right on the top deck just watching the grey whales, dolphins and seals.

They plan to take their message of "bunny love" to Washington in hopes that Bush will want to make love not war. They do have a contingency plan to stay away from VP Cheesey and his shotgun. That would spell the end of their trists...anywhere. They also don't want to be someone's dinner du jour anytime soon...so they plan on strident precautions...as should all peace activist bunnies. If you see them there...make sure you have carrots to share. They promise to behave themselves...which is more than we can say for the White House people. Bet there isn't much action goin' on there worth mentioning. Bunny Peace Forever!
Please...call the police! Hi...I'm baby Sumette...and I just pray to the big bunny in the sky that my parents get a grip on themselves...(not that kind of grip!)...and stop this silly business...it's embarrassing for us all you know. I can't invite my bunny friends over because you never know what they'll be doing...I think I need therapy desperately! I wish they'd just stick to politics...but they tell me that sometimes mommie and daddy need a break from some guy named George. George needs to get his act together so my parents will stop this madness.

Labels: bunny love, inflagrante delicto, paparazzi, trists, Washington

Posted by sumo at 12:20 AM | Permalink | Comments Return to Top

What a little sweetie this is! Years ago I raised bunnies and they are the sweetest things! I've cranked on this subject before...so here goes again. Mr. Sumo's family eat Pig's-in-a-Blanket for their Easter meal. Ugh! Every year I have to endure this awful ritual of wieners wrapped in bread and baked...potato salad that has basically some potatoes with its mustard. I'm not a mustard person. Then for dessert there is wet strawberry cake. What a feast!

I know I shouldn't complain...at least we have food and I don't have to look over my shoulder worrying that someone may have a gun pointed my way. But you get my drift. We were doing all in our power to keep my MIL from doing anything at all...because she is so feeble now. But of course she did it. Every bite I took was a potential bite of poison...but I can report that as of now I am not sick so far. She is no longer clean and if she drops something in the sink...it gets picked up and dropped in. I just hope for the best...Mr. Sumo makes me.

She's losing it fast mentally and physically so hopefully she'll not be up to another meal for a holiday again. She dropped a whole tray of wieners on the floor from the oven...you don't want to know what she did with the floor wieners. I don't know how many more of these I can do and just not go nutters. For those of you that may not be aware...my MIL doesn't allow me to cook. It's a competition thing on her part. I could be a pastry chef...to all intents and purposes I am one...just don't have the certificate. I haven't met anything I couldn't bake yet. So that was my Easter once again...eating wienies...I'm embarrassed and depressed.



Oh...and I found this via Mimus Pauly of Mockingbird Medley and he got it via Rainbow Demon...and it was so good that I had to steel it and share with my blog friends.

Labels: bunny love

Posted by sumo at 12:12 PM | Permalink | Comments Return to Top