Tongue-In-Cheekyness

...for your pleasure.

Friday, April 1, 2011

An April Fools Bunny...

Three years ago today, the Cheekiest bunny to ever grace this place, one Penjimin J. Bunny (birth name Penelope Rose Rousseau. Pretty simple explanation for that...) was born. A fluffy little ball of attitude, allure and aloofness, PJ has come to be my inspiration for more than one creative endeavor... not to mention kept me sane in this city of lucid hysteria. It's fitting that such a trickster's bday would fall on April Fools Day (last night I'm pretty sure he electrocuted himself nibbling through my cell phone charger. Ha-ha, joke's on you buddy!)

So in celebration of his 3rd birthday, PJ has some Cheeky advice...

1) Rules aren't meant to be broken...which is why it's so fun being naughty

2) Work to live, don't live to work... otherwise life isn't life, life is work

3) Carrots really are good for your eyesight... at least one per week is recommended

4) Don't be (April) fooled by appearances, even the most timid looking bunny can have huge set of balls (PJ should know)

5) Love yourself. Because without Love for yourself, Love wouldn't be worth it.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Bunny Approves! A Satirical Rant On the Real New York Experience...


Via The Onion (Sept. 2010)
NEW YORK—At 4:32 p.m. Tuesday, every single resident of New York City decided to evacuate the famed metropolis, having realized it was nothing more than a massive, trash-ridden hellhole that slowly sucks the life out of every one of its inhabitants.


With audible murmurs of "This is no way to live," "What the hell am I doing here—I hate it here," and "Fuck this place. Fuck this horrible place," all 8.4 million citizens in each of the five boroughs packed up their belongings and told reporters they would rather blow their brains out with a shotgun than spend another waking moment in this festering cesspool of filth and scum and sadness.

The Bunny kisses this story with her stamp of Cheeky approval. Especially this part: 
"I always had this perverted sense of pride because I was managing to scrape by here," said Brooklyn resident Andrew McQuade, who, after watching two subway rats gnawing on a third bloody rat carcass, finally determined that New York City was a giant sprawling cancer.
The Onion speaks with the Cheek like few can.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

For All The Crazy Bitches Out There..



Paula Abdul might make you feel ‘normal,’ maybe even ‘pleasant,’ if only for one day. The Bunny bows down to the queen of neurotic, crazy girlfriends!

During the call - placed at 4:35 PM on Valentine’s Day — Paula cries and sobs hysterically and says, “I wanna go, and he won’t let me!”
Seconds later Paula says, “Are you gonna drop me off ’cause I have emergency on the phone” — and shortly after that she says, “He’s dropping me off.”
Officers got in touch with Paula about an hour later and she said it was just a verbal dispute.
A spokesperson for Abdul tells TMZ, “Arguments with loved ones are often times heated. After the call was made everything was worked out.”
Arguing with your boyfriend is a great tradition in the pastime of dysfunction (not to mention an B minus form of foreplay), so The Bunny has had more than enough experience fighting in a parked AND / OR moving car (we’re versatile like that). I’ll have to thank Miz Abdul for bringin’ the drama from "why didn’t you call me!?" to “I CALLED 911, YOU BASTARD! STOP THE CAR! CALL ME!

We’ll have to try that sometime.

Too bad The Bunny wasn’t driving by at that moment. We’d scrape Paula off the freeway by her huge nose holes then head to TGI Friday’s where we’d bond over a valium-spritzer cocktail and she’d school me in the vital facets of crazy bitchdom.

Rule Number One - try as hard as possible to get your argument on national news.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Some Unsolicited Advice - Make a Sex Tape


...because Kim Kardashian, who is basically painted flesh draped with designer labels, made $65 million dollars in 2010. She earned it, esentially, for doing nothing. She attends parties if you pay her between $100k and $250k. And she tweets stuff on Twitter, sometimes, for a crisp $25k. Oh, she also lets cameras follow her around to document her looking hot, being nice enough, and talking in a disturbing baby voice (even though she's 30). That's all.

$65 mil is 1,300 times what an average Joe Douchebag makes each year.

To put it in more shallow terms, she earned more money than Angelina Jolie, Sandra Bullock and Tom Cruise combined. (Poor Jerry Maguire, bitch can't catch a break)

Would any of this been possible if Kim's T & A(AAA) hadn't starred in a shotty sex tape a few years back? Probably not. Our advice to those seeking to beat the recession: Sex Sells - buy a Handycam!

“NO – I don’t want to marry you yet! I want to have a job!”



The Bunny thinks this little cutie is quite the smarty pants, not to mention alive with the fiery flames of PASSION. She means business, talking about her future business ventures.

TCB usually has a gripe, and this one is with the presumably scorned and icy mommy behind the camera. Clearly someone is feeding this little go-getter ideas about feminism, and it's probably not Spongebob. The Bunny is all about self-reliance, modern women making their own financial stability, etc., however if a girl is this incensed over the issue at such a tender age, imagine her outlook when she's 30?

Over-driven and steered away from the most rewarding aspects of life... which believe it or not... aren't at work. While The Bunny does maintain a firm skepticism of most men, and their reliability, she doesn't for one moment doubt the incomparable joy of romance, love and relationships. Yes - this little biddy should proceed with caution, she should think before leaping into the weighty commitment of marriage, she should pursue a career that she's passionate about... but we've noticed a danger over the past few decades.

The danger is a misplacement of priorities. The confusion about what makes us happy - particularly women. Modern girls are torn between their maternal, feminine instincts to nest and produce babies and be loved and pampered / and a new-found obligation to bring home just as much bacon as our men, if not more. To be the boss of our office and the lady of the house. It's confusing. It can lead to poor choices that lead to empty lives.

And that's our rant for today. (She's cute though).

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Please, Don't Insult Me.

Your typical douchebags
(ugh, I pray in thanks every morning for that term).

Remember middle school, when boys and girls danced the delicate waltz of reverse psychology? A boy would run up to a girl, slap her in the head and yell “you’re ugly!” then go jerk off to her in the locker room, and a girl would blush and send herself Valentines Day cards from an imaginary boyfriend to play like she’s not interested in the angsty goth kid that she casts love spells on in her Wiccan club.

Well as adults, it seems we’re not so far from that.

The following event unfolded at a NYC bar. Granted, The Bunny walked into it stone cold sober, so the drunk douche spotlighted here had a running start in the race to a life of loneliness. It went like this:

Drunk Douche: “So you know that news host [would rather not give her name]?”
The Bunny: “Yeah”
Drunk Douche: “She’s a real cunt”
The Bunny: “...Well, she’s smart and successful, so, good for her.”
Drunk Douche: “Whudd’r you, like, one of those feminists or something? Whudd’ya like, ya like women and shit?”
The Bunny: “...What?”
Drunk Douche: “You know, like a feminist one a those who likes girls.”
The Bunny: “No, I just don't think she's a cunt. Now, if you'll excuse me.”

::followed of course by a dramatic exit, hair flipping and all::

Now listen, I'm no prude, I love lesbians, and I'd be happy if I were one - but I'm not. This guy implied the notion with the same shock and disgust as if I had The Clap ("Whudd'ya, like, whuddy'a piss blood and spread disease? Whudd'ya like one of those STDs?") The feminist thing is just textbook ign'ance and to top it off who the fuck throws CUNT around upon first meeting a lady? (The future: "Hey, you're a pretty little cunt, how about dinner Friday night?")

Here’s some unsolicited advice for guys on the prowl – when trying to pick up a woman, don’t A) spit beer spittle in her face B) blatantly look at her cleavage, however tempted (compromise: wait until they’re not looking?) C) insult them.

The latter is the most important. When did guys come up with this notion that it is somehow alluring to be rude to a woman? Was it middle school? ... yes, it was.

You don’t need to be Prince Charming, but for the love of God stop being mean. Be a little bit nice. You’re 30. At least try to act accordingly. And yes, it would be egotistical for The Bunny to assume she was being picked up, but to be clear on that point, he later followed up by asking if I liked sports and if I had a boyfriend (ahh, thank cheekyness for monogomy). Please note - this scenario is by no means the worst we've encountered, not even close. It's just fresh in our memory.

<3

...OH! and P.S. this post is driving another scintilating topic - the angel/bitch phenomenon in which women are either one or the other, and it's a very fine line in the eyes of a guy. Oooh, maybe I am a feminist. And a cunt!

Xooox PSsssssst Be with you (And also with you!)

Friday, January 7, 2011

You're Pretty! I Swear! You're Very, Very Pretty!!!

This has to stop.


I don't know her personally, so all I have to go on is what I hear / see of Kim Kardashian.

Here's a summary:

She became famous after a badonkalicious sex tape
She's vapid
She seems nice enough
She's gorgeous
And she's insecure


This issue isn't Kim Kardashian specific, but she's splashed across the headlines every day, so let's use her as an example for The Bunny's gripe about skewed ideas of beauty. Not to get cliched and preachy, but what happened to natural beauty? When is it enough? From what we can tell, guys don't DIG plastic surgery. They dig attractive women. If said plastic surgery makes you look goofy, or frightening, or like a blow-up-doll, chances are you looked better before.

Kim Kardashian has always been a knock out, undeniably. She's always been curvaciously, exotically, sensually enticing to the eye. It's bad enough she covers herself up with pounds of makeup and botoxes her 30 year-old-face to the point of rigamortous, but now the bitch is looking like a healthy Michael Jackson.

Why are the most beautiful women still so flippin' insecure that they continually need to 'enhance' themselves? Don't put ketchup on a prime rib, just be happy you're a hot piece of meat. Obviously that there is no amount of surgery or concealer or photoshop that will ever make these women feel 'beautiful enough.' The concern isn't so much for Kim Kardashian's mental well being as it is for the millions of girls who (sigh) look up to her (let's be honest with ourselves. That is a truthfact).

Overwhelmingly, more and more girls are feeling like their purpose in life is to win an unofficial "hottest chick" contest.

And yes, Kardashian's looks are pretty much all she's got going for her, so it makes sense she treats them as a commodity in which she needs to invest, but at the rate she's going, she'll be deflated and crispy by 40... some Death Becomes Her shit.

The odd thing about plastic surgery is that it is often the attractive women who want it, not the homlay ones. Skinny ones want lipo and gorgeous ones want face lifts. What ever happened to a simple push-up bra and mascara?

You're lovely!!! Stop Tweekin'

<3333333333333PennyRose xxxxxx

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A glimpse into a NYC girl's experience getting home safely


The Cheeky Bunny has been dry lately because Cheeksters are either not in need of advice (unlikely) or have little faith in The Bunny's advice (quite likely), so until a friend or a friend of a friend throws up their hands and declares dilemma!, we'll be focusing our entries on developing a stronger Op/Ed voice (in real life, I attempt to write, and am a little rusty). So gearing up for editorials, observations...and of course, rants.

Below shows our literary desperation - we pulled this little nugget from a late night diary entry off our Live Journal.  Just a little peak into a pretty typical end-of-the-night experience of the common drunk female. Or maybe just The Bunny.

You are lucky enough to arrive at your home address unscathed...
You approach the steps to your apartment building, and see a man smoking a cigarette
You become paranoid and tell yourself, "I can't let him know that I'm drunk."
You try extra hard to appear sober, so as to avoid rape
You rustle around in your purse for your keys, looking extra alert
You drop your iPod
You take out your keys, drop your keys
You stumble and fall into the door, and smile what you think is a sober smile at the confused smoker ... he takes it as an invitation.
You bend over and retrieve your keys, and open the door, but slip and the door falls back into you... you're rescued by the smoker
You say "thank you"
He says, "My pleasure..." and follows you into the building...
Survival skills kick in, super human sober strength kicks in (or so you think)You attempt sprinting up the stairs in stiletto fueled paranoia, ("he'll never catch me!")
He enters an apartment on the 2nd floor, you're already on the 3rd, ("I'm going to live!")
Ego check, ("get over yourself")
And thus concludes a rather splendid Wednesday night.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

How Shit Is.

(Truth)

Here's some unsolicited advice to kick of a New Year, which, for The  Bunny, is to be a year of understanding/enlightenment/clarity.

So why not let everyone in on a little lesson we've learned about How Shit Is.

...Shit ain't fair.

Case in point: Snooki is a published author. Now, The Bunny herself loves reading, and writing. It's a very real ambition of ours to publish a bit of literature before we hop off into the carrot crop in the sky called Heaven. But this bitch beat us to it by writing little gems like,
"Gia danced around a little, shaking her peaches for show. She shook it hard. Too hard. In the middle of a shimmy, her stomach cramped. A fart slipped out. A loud one. And stinky."
::clap:: ::clap:: ::clap:: Bravo.

That's just one example. This skag has enjoyed a dose of every American girl's dream (author, singer, actress, model) and she's not good at any of them. Then there's Arnold, who always wanted to be a U.S. politician, even though he's retarded. He showed us! Ever have a passion, like journalism, and worked relentlessly towards earning a menial job in the field only to turn on the fucking Today show to endure the blithering drawl (VIDEO) of Jenna Bush, their new reporter?


This isn't an angsty venting about the cruelty of life, or a rant about how frustrating it is that those who seem inferior on just about every level can trump you in the realm of success by getting a lucky break or humpin' on another douche at the top (yes it is). No, No. This realization that this is just How Shit Is fills me with gratitude, because it takes a lot of weight off my shoulders. The Point - Shit now-a-days ain't right. Talent rarely matters. Hard work, rarely pays off. And American taste has pissed its pants in the cab on its way home from the bar.

"Wherever you are is where you're supposed to be."

Maybe finding satisfaction in what you get, where you are, or what you have not yet accomplished is dependent upon the acceptance that sometimes your best will never be good enough to get where someone else is. It doesn't make them better. It makes them lucky. Or slutty. Or connected. Or rich. Perhaps the trick to success is worming your way into these rewarding categories. And if that is the case, I'll be at a pub called FAIL eating 10 cent wings with the other losers. I'll see you after work.

XoXPennyRose<3

Thursday, December 23, 2010

In 2010, TCB is thankful for...

Giving Love

Being Loved

Being appreciated and learning to appreciate


Losing 12 pounds

My health, both mental and physical

My strength of spirit

My family

New friends

My courage

My progress

A warm bed

A cuddly bunny

My youth, which isn't evaporating as quickly as I thought it would.


Have a Hoppy Holiday!!