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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