After committing Bunni-O-cide, i ate the bunny.
I’m not kidding.
I. ate. the. bunny.
It was chopped, minced, pressed and cooked into confit. The meat and bones and marrows were double-boiled into this concentrated cup of bunny essence.
Whoa i tell you. The feta cheese in the essence tasted damn good.
Wanna see the proof?
I even have the recipe for it. This is the short description.
I felt so beastly.
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