On A Mission From God
Look for a special announcement at the bottom of this post!
Fangs the Bunny is at it again, engaging in marvelous mischief and leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake.
With his trusty sidekick, The Hell Hound, and two pairs of sunglasses so dark that even Yahweh's ethereal ass looks like a night light, somehow they've managed to piss off a gang of Illinois Nazis and twisted the knickers of a jilted lady with the biggest gun they've ever seen.
With 116 parking tickets and 56 moving violations, they better haul ass, or that penguin is going to have them playing harps with the Almighty, and that fucker has a horrible singing voice.
Wait, is that a ruler??
The Blues Bunny is on a mission from, well… him!
Fangs has come to the final boss in this automotively unhinged quest. The Hell Hound caught a whiff of someone grilling Adam's yoinked rib and buggered off, so our fuzzy little hero is on his own.
But Fangs is having a bit of trouble smiting this pompous plated paladin pursuing a pious pummeling of our pitiful pal. Fangs has no idea how to wield that battle axe. Shutting his eyes and hoping for the best seems to be the chosen strategy.
Oh, look! Cranky Elder God has come to help our wimpy wabbit! As a baby deity, Fangs needs the help of The Ancient Ones from time to time. And Cranky Elder God loves giving Yahweh and his sycophants an overdose of fuck around and find out.
Wearing metal in a lightning storm was not the brightest idea. I can't say I'm surprised. Theists rarely shock me these days.
Covered in mud, road grime, and dusty soot from the bested paladin cooked in his own tin can, Fangs is ready for a much-needed bath.
However, he really should have declined Joliet's invitation to the after-party. The quaaludes, mescaline, LSD, amphetamines, and mountains of cocaine seem to have sent our deified bunny on a psychedelic adventure of mythic proportions.
Just ride it out, little bunny. Enjoy the bubbles.
And here we have three new emojis for Ed's channel:
Fangs is uncharacteristically chipper. Don't let yourself be fooled. Hide your carrots and guard your women. He's up to no good…
This emoji is more representative of our hare-y little troublemaker. Something tells me he's about to give Yahweh a swift kick in his holy heiny.
Oh, dear. I'd skadoodle if I were you. Someone is about to get the business ends of those big, sharp, pointy teeth.
It seems Fangs’ psychedelic sudsy soiree went off the deep end. That bathtub must have been deeper than I thought…
At least he has a few friends at the bottom of his ocean trip. I'm sure the angler fish is just trying to be helpful. It's awfully dark down there in the cold black of a drug-induced, spaced-out scuba delirium.
Don't mind the seahorse. He thinks he's a fancy thoroughbred only deserving of the best condiments.
Oh goodness! Cranky Elder God has wrangled himself a sea wench. I hope she's into hentai…
Tell the gay land whale I said hello while you're down there, little bunny!
ANNOUNCEMENT:
Ed and I have officially decided to write a book featuring Fangs the Bunny! Ed is doing the bulk of the writing, and I'll add a few of my own writings as creativity comes to me. However, my primary focus will be on the accompanying artwork.
It will be a collection of short stories in the style of a humorous, adult children's book (dirty jokes and insane plots abound). Each short story will cover various tales in the Bible and our renditions of Grimm's fairy tales.
We hope to have it finished by July 2026 and published by December 2026. Yes, we might be delusional, but it's good to have goals. We're very excited to start this project and to share it with the world.
Stay tuned for the next installment of Fangs' adventures!
Nom nom nominom.
