Chronicles of the rabbit feast

I was given a rabbit head to savor. At first, I thought I was gung-ho enough to gasticulate it... since I've always championed myself over those fear factors wussies who can't seem to digest mere foul smelling protein, spectator wise at least. :P

Now I've been honored a rare chance to prove if I'm truly a fear factor gasticulation champion. The result is that I'm no more chicken than those squealy huge chested girls you see on fear factor. I know, I'm ashamed, but at least I'm kind hearted..... somewhat kind I think.

So.. the following outlines my 10min journey of devouring a rabbit head... To frens who love rabbits, hamsters, mices or children with braces, please read no further.

The beginnning:

Yummy... It looked docile and ready to be eaten...

Pryed the jaws open, and peered nervously into the insides.... Goose pimples begin to manifest.

After eating every possible muscle fibre, what remains of the anatomy are the tongue, eyes and brains.

I was instructed to devour every single part till nothing's left but bones. Firstly, the gag factor kicked in and I couldn't bear to think of myself munching on rabbit cranial matter. Secondly, rabbit tongue? : haa, Its probably a good way to develop a taste for vegetables and carrots. Lastly, argh, I can't stand thinking that Im probably eating bugs bunny!!! who will say "Wad's up doc?" any more? :'(