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Oh no, Firstdog, now you’re part of the War on Appropriated Pagan Festivals! Just wait ‘til News Ltd hears of this!
Love the grumpy hare.
He says he’s a hare because it’s wabbit season.
Lovely. Hare of the dog…
I guess an egg laying hare…..is more believable than a cartoon drawing dog.
BTW FD.
Your pathetic charade of pretending to be a republican is finally busted.
The camera does not lie! http://yfrog.com/h6g3atgj
You think he’s a runnning lap dog, eh?
I understand he can do a km in 7 minutes.
I know because I was told when I was really very young - about 24 years old - that Grandpa Bunny Bunny painted the colours of the sunset across the sky. I read the ‘toon’s Frame 6 bubble as ‘Could I just paint out that I’m a hare, and not a bunny’.
That did seem to me to be splitting hares.
Ooh, in frame 6 that hare looks like he’s about to turn into Frank from Donnie Darko.
That would make easter even weirder.
To be frank Mr Onthemoon, this strange saga above is more logical and believable than some other stuff which is peddled seasonally.
Fellow paeons and sufferers of E-stress. Ova Maria, gee it’s good to see ya.
You tear us apart, FD. Subs we pay, gain cartoons.
I think this hare-raising toon - especially the gold star award frame 5 (whatever !) has clearly stimulated the fertile imaginations of the Doggonauts and spawned many erudite comments - not that we needed egging on.
One time most of the Easter eggs I planted in the backyard for the Emmlets disappeared. Shhh. Don’t tell them just in case none of their lecturers has mentioned it and they still believe there’s a real Easter bunny.
The disappearance remained a mystery for a day or so until gaily tin-foil adorned dog sh*t appeared in the back yard. I imagine that “Lucky’s” sheepish grin had little to do with being a border collie. Kind of added to the festivities in a small way I guess.
Dunno - all the imagery around eggs and rabbits… Maybe we should just call it oestrus and be done with…
They *are* chocolate eggs that the bird/hare is laying, right? I mean, that’s what makes all of this make perfect sense.
Without that, the plot is completely unrealistic.
And a little icky.
Pandy, is that a picture of the Queen on the loo?
Patrick B…..I’m *almost* sure it’s not.
But wash your keyboard out at once!!!
How DARE you call me Pandy.
Pandy - don’t be such a pussy.
My brothers hairline was receding and I advised him to go and get a tattoo of a two rabbits on his upper forehead.
He asked why;
and I told him that from a distance, they looked like hairs.
@Dexitroboper… Shhhh! Be vewy, vewy quwiet.. We’re hunting..
“Pandy”?! That’s priceless, the best laugh I’ve had all day.
AndrewL “Andy” Dogonaut: If we done what you suggested… it’d be ‘andy.
Wait til we get around to Christmas! St Nicholas’ big claim to fame was that he brought back to small boys who had been pickled in brine by an enterprising butcher..
Um, Two small boys to life..
One of the great disadvantages of coming to the computer so late is all the bloody puns have been taken.
‘Waiter, waiter, here please, WAITER there’s a hare in my soup.’
PANDY???? Oh migod! That’s terrible. During the Indian mutiny-1857-the insufferable Brits always referred to the Indian soldiers as Pandys.
PADDY: Do something.
For Christ’s sake do something. 
@Pandy: Pwned!
@Shoe: Pleeeeezzzeeee don’t “Andy” me - almost as ‘orrible as Paddy being “Pandy”
Anyone trying the “Andy Pandy” cr@p must go stand in the corner
DRMICK did you get the gyno puns ? And you promised me one teddy bears picnic over easy
At your cervix MJ. Dilated to meet you.
Amateur gynaecology is my hobby.
I don’t know much about it but I will have a look at it for you. I am a pretty cunninglinguist as well.
One Govett Street Stompers on the way. Sorry about the wait but I had to remake the album cover.
I bloke I went to school with insisted that you can pick gynos a mile off.
The guys with the bow ties who need a tie to look professional but don’t want it to get in the road of their work
Its one of the few jobs where developing Parkinsons Disease is a good for business
He’s not the easter bunny, he’s the hare apparent(ly)
DRMICK, MIKE J: Christ! Your minds are almost as filthy as mine.
Venise, what ? Not at all. I prefer the term “uninhibited”.
And you, yourself, DRMICK, as a nursing type (not at all, as Hung One On suggested, one of the purse carrying nancy boys), it’s just a professional observation, is it not ?
Shocked and stunned I am Mike.
I clean the patients and dry them with towels and give them enemas to clear their bowels.
I am a Nurse.
Gynaecology is just a hobby. A very useful hobby at that. I have learned to wallpaper an entire room through the keyhole in the door. Once you master the virginal spectator, (otherwise known as the vaginal speculum), the world is your oyster………..so to speak.
@ DR MICK
“I have learned to wallpaper an entire room through the keyhole in the door”
Good grief, and they say edgermacation ain’t wot it useter be.
Oddly I’ve never seen anyone use this technique on the telly, but it wouldn’t half liven up Better Homes & Gardens if they did.
@DrMick
“the world is your oyster”
Hence your pearls of wisdom.
DRMICK: And cast not your pearls before swine!
FRACTIOUS: Is that a fraction too much fiction in your post?
MIKE J: I went to the Pig’s Arms via the Window Dresser’s route, only to end up in North Korea.
What did I do wrong:?:
Happy Eater to all, and I hope you wake to un-fertilized eggs in the morning.
MICK: Have I done aught to offend you? I sense a certain hauteur! Or am I being paranoid? Yes, but……
Geeze, Venise. Type in www dot pigsarms dot com dot au
May all your eggs be chocky and a pacific time be had by all the Dogonauts except the ones what are actually dogs, who may instead have the eggs of the chook.
this has brightened up my day no end. thank you dog and all the nauts.
MIKE J: At last, victory; I made it.
og: 
NB: Ever since my school days-which we all discussed on another FD post-I’ve had a horror of anything remotely arithmetical. This, combined with an innate fear of anything mechanical, renders me negative towards expanding my websites. Anyway, I did it!