Truly, there is no one on the planet with a better life than one, Snicks the Bunny. (Not the candy.) Sometimes I worry that I'm not providing him the best life, and then I realize: he is a freeloader. He lives here (in his own room, baller), he eats all his meals here, he goes to the bathroom here, he takes his naps here. Never see homeboy pick up a vacuum or attempt to do some laundry to help a brotha out.
A run down of what he does all day long:
|Eats too many oats, collapses in food station. (#1. I mean, food station number one. As in, he has more than one food station.)|
|Decides to take a nap in the corner.|
|Realized he wasn't as comfortable as he'd like, so proceeds to squish his face in between his bowl and the wall. Cozy.|
|Realizes one food coma a day won't do, so re-stuffs himself.|
|"But I only had OATS so far today, not apples, so thanks for leaving that one on the floor."|
|Finally getting some dang work done.|