Like Rabbits, Isn’t Really All That It’s Cracked Up To Be

Last night I was talking to my mother on the phone, she’s leaving for a week long trip to Guatemala tomorrow, and I noticed two rabbits running around the front yard. As I sat down to talk and watch, one of the rabbits pounded the other on the head. It took me no time at all to realize that some loving was about to happen. Sure enough, as soon as the female rabbit quit smacking the male on his head, she let him know foreplay was over. Of course, the amount of time it took him to do his thing seemed rather short and depressing. I guess the phrase about sex and rabbits is more about frequency instead of duration.