
I usually hate being stuck at the five-way traffic clusterfuck at the Quinpool-Bell-Robie-Cogswell insersection, but while my bus was stuck there, I saw you with your adorable lop-eared bunny and my heart melted. I normally hate bunnies because of a traumatic childhood experience (don’t ask), but seeing you with your rabbit made me smile. When you picked him up and cuddled him to your chest, it was the cutest thing I’d see all day. Thanks for brightening up my day! —Reluctant Bunny Fan
This article appears in Jun 25 – Jul 1, 2015.


“traumatic childhood experience” ? Your parents rented you “Watership Down” didn’t they, Clarice. Tell me, does General Woundwort still haunt your dreams?
tsk tsk… any shameless excuse to stare at her chest…