Rude!

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 Atomic Bunny, Oct 1958.  This was published by Charlton, and is a continuation of Atomic Rabbit after it's creator Al Fago left.  It folded in 1960, not surprising due to all the changes in the rabbit and the direction of the comic.  Here, Atomic Bunny has morphed into a Bugs look alike and there is nothing superhero about this, in fact it's a pretty lame gag and I hope Atomic beats the living hell out of the dipshit pink rabbit, yes I do, and then I hope he makes Pink Rabbit shove those turnips up his ass one by one while wearing that bucket of paint upside down on his foolish head.  Considering that Atomic Bunny is eating a carrot shaped turnip that is dripping with wet paint does not argue well for his intelligence, and Pinky will probably skate.  From the look on Pink's face he already has one of those turnips up his ass, and it's vibrating furiously.

 

 

 

 

 



 God almighty, does this suck or what?  Stupid story, bad writing, pointless conclusion, and artwork that would be weak even for a Tijuana Bible.  Notice you can buy 10 King Size Mickey Mouse balloons for one dollar.  They stand from 15" inches to ALMOST 2 FEET TALL!  What do you want to bet that the size of the balloon depends on how much air is in it?  You guys really think we're stupid.  I admire the placement of the chair in the last panel, one might never guess the artist has his pants off.


What am I, a bank?  Fuck you and your mortgage.



"I've got a better idea", said Atomic Bunny as he bent the pansy's index finger sideways back to his wrist, snapping it like a breadstick.



Move over, Aesop, there's a new kid in town!



If one can shoot a fox with impunity one could also kill him and thereby gain a million bucks.
Just saying.

We are not amused.


OK, OK...I'll enjoy   life with him.


 

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