Thank your mother for the rabbits

In my years of travelling I have never had rabbit. So when the stuffed rabbit was on the menu I chose to give it a try however there was a look of anguish from across the table. Are you sure she says, it may not be any good she says. Why I say, because you may have to pick buck bullets out of it.  You mean small lead pellets? Yes no one bought the rabbits in the shop so we ate the rabbits but you had to pick out the buck bullets.

I couldn't help observe the ice cream gormandizing that goes on here. The ice cream cones are as big as people's heads. It quickly runs down their hands and onto the ground. There are sticky trails leading every where often ending in ice cream blobs that have just been thrown there because they can't stuff any more down their throats. Then it gets walked in and is worse than dog shit. Ah that feels better.

left over ice cream as well

small ice cream eater