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Bondage Bunny and the Clothes Dryer of Doom
An intrepid plush rabbit in search of illicit thrills finds their entire world turned upside down and sideways. A story in 23 photographs.
In 1985, at the age of 17, I spent a summer at Michigan State Univeristy’s Clarion Workshop in Science Fiction and Fantasy Writing. Early in the workshop, a grimy stuffed blue rabbit turned up in the dormitory lounge where we students hung out. Apparently this was not their first appearance, because when instructor Algis Budrys laid eyes on them he screamed “I hate that rabbit!” and started jumping up and down on them, biting them, trying to rip them to pieces—a sight that is forever burned into my memory. Later, the rabbit showed up in the freight elevator, posed in a tableau with balloons bound to their body and their ears pinned together behind their head. They thus acquired the nickname “Bondage Bunny.” Later still, with my Canon AE-1 in hand, I stealthily followed the rabbit into the dormitory basement as they embarked on a mysterious and impenetrable mission.
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The present condition and whereabouts of Bondage Bunny are unknown.
Bondage Bunny and the Clothes Dryer of Doom
That is fucked up. Well done.
So distraught by all the abuse and bullying poor BB met with while attending MSU, it decided to end it all with "death by dryer". Round and round it went, flopping and crying (tears that were immediately . . . dried), but when the allotted dryer time came to a close, BB discovered that its objective was brilliantly flawed. However, after freeing itself from the dryer's confines, BB found the warmth of its fuzzy self extremely enjoyable and began rolling around on its back like a dog (having seen so many do the same thing in the commons - and it always looked like fun).
BB is now being considered for Valedictorian at some unknown college in some obscure place that it didn't care to disclose.
Good luck BB! You might be gone . . . but you are not forgotten.