T(hursday) G(o) I(ndulge) (at) Fridays
Once upon a time, not too long ago, in a dainty little town; there were 2 rabbits, Brer Rabbit and Bra Rabbit (guess I don't have to tell you which is the Alpha-male). They met, they talked, they dated, they loved each other and finally got together on the 8th of June 1998.Yesterday, Thursday, 8th June 2006; Brer Rabbit and Bra Rabbit decided to celebrate their 8th anniversary at TGI-Fridays.
Being the lovey-dovey bunnies that they were, they decided to share the set menu, consisting of a starter, a main course and dessert. On top of that, they added a side order of mushrooms. Yes, these bunnies are not your standard I-love-carrots bunnies; they're a new breed of rabbits with omnivorous tendencies.... and some alcoholic preferences. That explains the ultimate mudslide Brer Rabbit chose.
Bra Rabbit wanted some 'wild' starters, so she decided on the Fiery 3 Chilli Calamari. Yes you heard that right, rabbits do eat seafood; they just don't do it that often. The calamari came together with the order of mushrooms, portabello mushrooms coated in batter and deep-fried. Lip-smackingly goody good good.
Brer Bunny and Bra Bunny started tucking in. Brer dude was kinda well-mannered in his eating habits early on (no doubt trying hard not to look like the fat lard of a bunny he is); but as the meal progressed and the alcoholic mud slowly numbed his senses, his fork punched the helpless squids in between his rabbit teeth at a rate of 5 squids per minute. Before long, the plates were polished clean... Then the citrus fillet arrived.
A slab of dory fillet in citrus juice, some rice with a tinge of turmeric and measly microwaved broccoli filled the plate. Brer Bunny thought it was a let-down after the initial taste-bud tantalising starters. So Brer Rabbit refused to comment about the main dish.
For dessert, Bra Rabbit picked the double-choc fudgie brownie, topped with vanilla ice cream and laced with chocolate sauce and caramel. Yummy yum yum. However, both the bunnies were already filled to the brim of their little tum-tums (maybe the brer's tum's not so little, but that's another story altogether), and they only managed to nibble a coupla bites of the brownie.
And that was the end of the feasty fiesta, celebrated on the 8th anniversary to the day Brer Rabbit hooked up with Bra Rabbit.
And yes, even after 8 years, romance isn't dead. Bra Rabbit came home to sweet-smelling roses.
Whether Brer Rabbit got any action that night, you decide how this fairy tale ends.
The End.
posted by CapArnabBrand @ 9:05:00 PM
3 Comments:
phewwwwwwweeet! romantic siud...
ahem... if bra bunny reads this post, i imagine there wont be action for a good while :P
I love it.... :-P
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