I survived my daughter’s Elmo phase. I barely survived her Caillou phase
that little fucker, and I welcomed the hummingbird’s Curious George phase.
Now she’s into Max and Ruby. Oh my fucking god, it’s the worst. You wouldn’t think something with sibling bunnies would be so horrifying but it is.
First off, that little shit Max is ALWAYS getting into something and whiny Ruby always has to bring him along everywhere.
The oddest thing is these bunnies don’t have any parents. What the fuck, bunnies? Where are your parents? They occassionaly have a grandmother that hops over from time to time but somebody, for the love of all things chocolate, call CPS on two orphaned bunnies.
I like to picture Max and Ruby’s parents running a meth lab down in the basement. That makes it much more entertaining when I’m stuck watching it with the hummingbird.
Another scenario I picture is some kind of sex club that Max and Ruby’s parents run downstairs. Freaky Deaky.
The one good thing about this show is that it puts my daughter in an “orphaned bunnies with meth head parents and a sex club in the basement” trance so I can get things done for a good 25 minutes.
So, I thank you little shits, Max and Ruby. Now, where the fuck are your parents???