Look, Ma, It's a TARNADA...!!!

Welcome to my lair...
I find this all very tiring, yet I will give the grand tour anyway. I will start by pointing out the shadows where I lurk, and the cobwebs I just recently blew off of mein tormented psyche.
And here is where I brood...

 I'm listening to Jenny McCarthy talk dirty with Howard Stern. Pretty rank, I know. Sadly, she seems into it. I find that to be extremely disturbing. Anyone who would willingly fuck that skin bag of coat hangers needs to have more than their head checked. Don't even get me started on that D.J. Qualls guy...

Do not cause me to storm and rage. You'd think with these supercool pictures I'd have something supercool in print to go with it.
You thought wrizzong. Don't fret, Bunny, I must cry, "SAME!!!"
I guess we shall just look upon these and know that this is the mood of the hour.
Necromancy. Wouldn't that be a hoot?
Could you not be a good lich, or at least one only of vengeance?
Necessary evils? Warped goals in the end? Could one not tow that line?
An occasional teeter, but never a full blown topple?
Were it to swirl in ever maddening circlets round mein vision, would I reach out and...
Crush the vitality of all within grasp and sacrifice fairness for faux fealty in a fifedom of fantastical frenzy.
An undead paladin, a cat who is a vigilante...
I do believe that were I to be handed the reins of this crazy Caddy we alls be taking that ride in, well...
I'm pretty sure I'd never please all, but after all is said and done eons past, they would see me as a kind and truly just lord who just wanted to...
Nahhhhhhhhhhhh. I would reward handsomely, but punish without hesitation.
I would love to have the power to sweep my arm and cause all I feel deserve my judgement to crumble...
Crumble. Mumble.
End up in a jumble.
Who's a goofy bunny then?