This past Sunday my sister and I wanted to go to beach. But suddenly Father Bunny reminded that there were bike races on TV.
There our hopes to hit the beach ended. Personally I consider bikes very noisy, uncomfortable, dirty and without style.
I prefer the leather seats of my Aston or the vacuum cleaner sound that you hear in a 911, but my wilder sister “Draculina” and my new friend, a giant bunny (70 cm / 2.3 ft) enjoyed the race. They enjoyed the most the last one with Bunny Pedrosa who won the race with supreme authority.
Yesterday they were playing as if they were Bunny racers and they were messing with FB’s helmet and they even made a “circuit” on the carpet. I was wondering what it would happen when father bunny arrived… Nothing he started to play with them.
I still don’t like it but I love those lovely decorated orange bikes the most.
Hhhmmmm, Bunny Pedrosa, Bunny Pedrosa, ñeñeñe. Pq Rossi se fue por los suelos q sinoooooooo…
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Hhhmmmm, Bunny Pedrosa, Bunny Pedrosa, ñeñeñe. Pq Rossi se fue por los suelos q sinoooooooo…:P
Si, a Papa Conejo se le cayó el Martini Rossi en la alfombra…..
juasjuas.
¿porque papá conejo celebró dicho infortunío?
Si, a Papa Conejo se le cayó el Martini Rossi en la alfombra…..juasjuas.¿porque papá conejo celebró dicho infortunío?
Creo q tiene q ver con ciertas antipatías infundadas, jeje.
Creo q tiene q ver con ciertas antipatías infundadas, jeje.