As a man, a husband, a lover and a partner, I have two words for the inventors of the Jack Rabbit. YOU ****. The reason you **** is because I am no longer necessary. My services are no longer needed. My ***** no longer serves any purpose on this earth other than to allow me the ability to **** in places that women cannot. I once had a gift. That gift has since been taken from me?and I can never get it back.
I have been married to my wife for two years and we have been together for seven years prior to that; I can honestly say, without any shadow of a doubt, that I have NEVER, EVER heard my wife make the sounds that she made while the Jack Rabbit was at work. In fact, the name ?Jack Rabbit? itself is a misnomer; a delusion; a misconception so devious that I could sue for false advertising. It should be referred to as something more fitting, something true to its ability. Something like, ?The Angel of Pleasure.? Because that is what it is, an angel. You turn it on and the heavens open up, the trumpets blare and a shadow of light shines down from above. What comes next is nothing short of a heavenly miracle.
It?s not all bad though. She no longer interrupts me while I?m watching the basketball game?