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My mom just brought it to my attention that every night my dad throws a gallon size ziploc of corn over the deck, bag and all, to feed the rabbits.
He responded that not only is it true, the rabbits know he is going to do it and wait for it.
Then he sits on the couch to watch while the dog loses his mind.
He informs me they think of him as the corn god.
I am not nearly creative enough to be making this up
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My God. We should have a variety show.
Posted by: Ashley | October 17, 2009 at 11:47 PM