Here we see the noble Fluffy Bunny—species Puffalumpus Urungus—perched atop a wing. This particular Fluffy Bunny has a wild crown of white yarn upon her head and loves to nest in the wings, ducts and crannies of parked race cars, and sometimes in back seats of track cars.
From Puff’s first Lemons race.
Beast wants a hug.
This is a test of the emergency bunny and kitty system. Please “d’aaawwww” and go about your day.
This is the chicken cubbyhole. It is for the storage of chickens.
Fluffy Bunny, hard at work. (Err, soft at work? She is a Puffalump. Soft at work. Always soft. So soft.)
My first Puffalump is 31 today. I hope you all had a wonderful and fluffy Puffalump Day. Coco rules.
Theo Bunny, watching Porsche Club race cars go vroom.
Welcome to The Morning Sh*t! Is it Volkswagen Quantum Leap year yet? Because I really want to scare the hell out of Scott Bakula in a mid-80s crapwagon.
Puff likes the green car, obviously.
Right in the front row at Homestead-Miami here is a Puffalump elephant I used as a pillow en route to the Lemons Rally. I was sort of living vicariously through this Puffalump last year as my friend Donnie had taken it to the NASCAR finale, and lo and behold, Puffalump ends up in a Goodyear commercial.
Chicken greets you from Chicken City Road.
I could use some good fluff right about now. Post it!
On second thought, this mustache might be a little big.
Title is self-explanatory.
If you’re going to stick your feet in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time, I do recommend Daytona Beach in January. Need to go back.
Hmm. I won Lemons’ Index of Effluency, which is good, but my other two races were a) the transaxle spitting out one half-shaft while leading and b) the I Got Screwed award. Welp.
All hail Queen Chicken.
They also liked maximum parsh.
More adventures of Puff. Sadly, Puff did not get to drive for Toro Rosso. Next time! Surely someone will rotate off, “take a break,” or whatever from that team soon.