Salams, fowl devotees! Some important facts you should be wary of:

1. The new neopets at http://www.neopets.com are pretty ugly.

That is all, folks!

G'day, my devoted fans. Well, another day brings another set of events. Sometimes they occur in a series of unfortunate events, and sometimes they occur in a series of fortunate ones. Either way, they are entirely new. What happened today, did not happen before in a person's lifetime and will most likely never occur again in a similar manner. Please excuse the fact that I am stating the obvious. Oftentimes when your world is topsyturvy and you find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings, stating the obvious is the only way to escape.

Today, my student at the University of Fanatic Objects (UFO) asked me an important question: "Do rabbits get headaches?" I did not answer him, but I shall answer you because I am sure you are asking the very same question as you read this.

The answer, my devoted devotees, is so terrible, so horrible, so profane that I can only answer it in another language. Oui, mais je n'aime pas la glace. For those of you who do not speak that language, tres bien.

Au revoir,
Monseiur Woodrow Wilson

P.S. The answer to the question currently formulating in your mind is, "Yes, I just did spend the afternoon in my previous owner's sixth period French class. That is to say, her French classmates can be described as intriguing though not particularly fond of her. Wonder why."

Oh one of my good buddies just gave me a phone call. We exchanged some hilarities. Lost my train of thoughts. Might as well go pray Maghrib. Do rabbits pray? a student might ask. The answer is the same as above.

I wanted to learn how to speak German but my cranial capacity does not support the trilingual feature... or so my Japanese doctor told me. Another question a student might ask if rabbits have races. The answer is the same as above.

K, I have to go lick my ears clean. Arrivederci, my brothers and sisters.

zup fo00ls? ma n0000 namz is PoLKA!1 ~*pOlkEA* dats wuh my otha ownar callz meah ROFl!! az u con c, i hav also tot maself a n000 typin stile, bc well polka duznt go well wid ma 4maletea.

ya well dats it u knoe? dats de end of woodrow wilzon as we knoe it.... welll khuda hafiz woodrowwwww cauz we prolly wunt see each otha agin for a longgggggggg tyme

well i mizz ma otha self as all normale ppo miss their other selves...

i like shelves a lot my other owner has a black one hahahhahah ehehehehh hohoho

merry christmas from ~*POlKeA*~

p.s. heres a link 2 ma n00 ownr... shez preddy cool but im not only herbaby i happen to be adina baji's baby too? duh!!!

Well, folks, this is an update on my grave situation.

War and peace have struck our country. We are living without shelter, food or water. I am currently missing my brownie batter, or rather, my owner's fingers, cheeks, and glasses. You might be wondering why I am missing my owner's various body parts. Well folks, I shall tell you. You see, a long time ago, before either of us was born, there was a Great Famine in our country, The Iceland's of California. Since 1805, we have been quarrelling and making up with our neighbors, the Pefkakian princes of Mont. Sainte-Anne. We have been drafting constitutions and scraping them. Sadly, none of them seem to correlate with our salad (or salary for that matter). Our salads are exactly the same as they had been five years ago. You might wonder why a rabbit such as myself is interested in cullinary practices of politicians. The truth is, friends, I am rather fond of lettuce and leafy green vegetables. My new owners have proven to be the exact opposite.

Well, in other news folks, I have been transported to a new home. That is why I am missing my owner as I am typing this very post. You see, the owner's landlord is quite incapable in the area of tolerance of animals and so, gave her three days to get rid of me. And get rid of me she did ~ but I'm sure she misses me as much as I miss her.

Yes, I miss my owner, folks. Is that such a surprise?

IT SADDENS ME TO DISCOVER THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN ME. I mean, how can they compare to me, Woodrow Wilson the rabbit? Insha'Allah these pictures will help guide them to the right opinion.

Assalaamu Alaikum, devoted fans! Another week means another round of pictures. =) Sadly, I have none to share with you today as I cannot find my link cable. Try not to be too disappointed. =(

It has come to my attention that some people like calling me fat simply because I enjoy eating. They are obviously jealous of my high metabolism in that I stay unbelievably handsome and physically fit despite my eating disorders. Of course, who wouldn't be jealous of me, Woodrow Wilson, the unbelievably masculine rabbit? However, do they have to be so obscene about it? Is this just? Is this right? Nay, it is heresy!

Feel free to flame them at this address: rabbithaters@gmail.com

Jazakallahu Khairun, brothers and sisters.