Monos Bullet posted:

Bugs bunny, and every Looney Toon character for that matter, is a jackass!

numberoneposter posted:

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El Boot posted:

bugs cause he's the original sassy gay man

That Robot posted:

im p sure bugs bunny is a sex offended by this point

Trunko posted:

Bugs bunny is pretty good but he's not the best black face cartoon

Tricky D posted:

Elmer Fudd only kissed Bugs because he thought Bugs was a women. If you ask me, that's a rape. Rape by deception. Look it up.

LP0 ON FIRE posted:

Bugs Bunny is in black face?

Friginator posted:

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LP0 ON FIRE posted:

Oh I thought you meant by default. Yes, for the time period, I'm sure Bugs was in black face time to time.

LP0 ON FIRE posted:

Oh I thought you meant by default. Yes, for the time period, I'm sure Bugs was in black face time to time.

Laughing Man posted:

Yea but would you gently caress him when he is cross dressing? That is the real question.

Jukeboxblues posted:

My heart says Bugs Bunny due to his playful and carefree approach to life. Something I long for, the sweet smiles of onlookers as I shake free the shackles of societal pressure on remaining quite and undisruptive to my environment. The way he burrows tunnels in spite of how the owners of the property might view his alleged "destructive" behaviour; and yet it is never without purpose or care, as each dig of his tunnel is not without passion, conviction, or love. The warmth of his eyes convey that he is truly without malice in all of his actions, and its something I could one day achieve, to gaze longingly into his large blue eyes is to witness bliss. I yearn for the days that one day he may tunnel to my house, and as such take me with him on a journey of self appreciation and discovery. We could eat carrots together, gaze up at the stars and reflect on ourselves without ego or self hatred. It cuts me deeply to realise I am neither pure nor joyous enough to earn the right to become one with Bugs.

This leads me to what my brain says. My brain screams and howls the name Garfield, whilst conjuring up his luxurious yet unkempt orange fur. Deep down I realise that I would be more suited with Garfield, as we both are very similar. I have an unquenchable lust for lasagna that has ended a relationship more than once, somewhat the same as Garfield. It is our cross to bear I suppose, as our justified self loathing and hatred of the beginning of the working week has earned us the ire of those we once loved. Together we could be miserable, yet not lonely. We would share quite moments in front of the TV, ones that would give an unobstructed glimpse at the shrivelled hearts we both have that were once filled with hope and wanderlust; hearts that were forced to wither and die as others overshadowed us and block us from the liberation of sunlight. We would eat lasagna regretfully, as we both knew there is no other in the world that could dare put up with us. It wouldn't be bliss, but it would be real and unwavering content, which is more than I could ever hope to ask for.

So to answer your question OP, I like Garfield better.

Jukeboxblues posted:

My heart says Bugs Bunny due to his playful and carefree approach to life. Something I long for, the sweet smiles of onlookers as I shake free the shackles of societal pressure on remaining quite and undisruptive to my environment. The way he burrows tunnels in spite of how the owners of the property might view his alleged "destructive" behaviour; and yet it is never without purpose or care, as each dig of his tunnel is not without passion, conviction, or love. The warmth of his eyes convey that he is truly without malice in all of his actions, and its something I could one day achieve, to gaze longingly into his large blue eyes is to witness bliss. I yearn for the days that one day he may tunnel to my house, and as such take me with him on a journey of self appreciation and discovery. We could eat carrots together, gaze up at the stars and reflect on ourselves without ego or self hatred. It cuts me deeply to realise I am neither pure nor joyous enough to earn the right to become one with Bugs.

This leads me to what my brain says. My brain screams and howls the name Garfield, whilst conjuring up his luxurious yet unkempt orange fur. Deep down I realise that I would be more suited with Garfield, as we both are very similar. I have an unquenchable lust for lasagna that has ended a relationship more than once, somewhat the same as Garfield. It is our cross to bear I suppose, as our justified self loathing and hatred of the beginning of the working week has earned us the ire of those we once loved. Together we could be miserable, yet not lonely. We would share quite moments in front of the TV, ones that would give an unobstructed glimpse at the shrivelled hearts we both have that were once filled with hope and wanderlust; hearts that were forced to wither and die as others overshadowed us and block us from the liberation of sunlight. We would eat lasagna regretfully, as we both knew there is no other in the world that could dare put up with us. It wouldn't be bliss, but it would be real and unwavering content, which is more than I could ever hope to ask for.

So to answer your question OP, I like Garfield better.

LP0 ON FIRE posted:

Bugs Bunny loving kicks rear end. He is confident, and all the ladies want him. Garfield is a loser, in a loser family who hates being alive and is unfunny.