So, Cleo is a dwarf rabbit who recently expressed her need to "do more, to BE more" to me. "I gotta DO mo, I gotta BE mo," she said. She then urinated on a piece of paper bearing the likeness of Ann Landers.   "An advice column Cleo? Do you really think you could do it?" Her timely decision to gnaw on a wooden carrot was all the answer I needed. And so I present, Cleo's words/turds of wisdom.

 
if you have a question that you think could best be answered by Cleo, you need only to email her!

Dear Cleo. I have this awful fear of becoming famous. I just know it's gonna happen, and I'm really scared about that. I'm just not sure if I really want that kind of success, or if it's really "right" for me. i don't want to end up like Kurdt Cobain or something. What do you think?

Signed,
Should I be famous? (.com?)

Dear famehuman, I don't really understand your question all the way. So I will have you think about this. I am Cleo. I live in a small cage in a country that doesn't even exist. I am not altogther displeased with this arrangement but that is me. What arrangement would you like best? If you get something and decide you don't like it, you can always throw it away tomorrow, or pee on it lightly. My yard is big enough for several rabbits.

Dear Cleo,
Are you related in any way to Miss Cleo? Is her accent real?

Signed,
Le Embassie de Jamaica

Dear L'Embassie, that is a very good question you just asked. As you know, Miss Cleo is black. I too, am black so of course we are related. I do not wish to talk of accents. I have no accent at all and hers may or may not be fake. Who takes stock in such things? Miss Cleo has sought my advice on several occasions yes and mmmhmm, I gave her all i had to offer. She laid out a Ouija board for me and I placed poops strategically across it's surface as nature called. The next thing you know, George W. Bush was president. I'm sorry, but you can't kick a gift horse in its mouthspot as they say?

Dear Cleo. I used to be pretty, but I have a sneaking suspicion one day I just turned ugly. I didn't gain a lot of weight or anything. I think one day I woke up and I just suddenly became ugly.
Guys used to hit on me constantly. People would sometimes mention how pretty I looked in certain outifts. But one day, all that just stopped.
This has been the case for maybe two months. Do you think maybe it's all in my head and that maybe two months just isn't long enough time for me to decide if I'm ugly? Help!

Signed,
Am I Ugly or Not?

Hee hee I just peed on something! I'm sorry were you asking a question, human thing? Oh, you think you are ugly now? That is not true, you were ugly always. Humans do not look nice to me. Two eyes in the front? How do you see what's on left? what is on right? Two legs for running? What running? Such folly. Why don't you grow fur and clean your face violently with your hands. This is my suggestion to you. Don't let guys hit you. That's just rude.

Dear Cleo,
Where can i find an apartment in manhattan that doesn't cost a king's ransom? world peace? the meaning of life?...

Ben.

Well, Ben. How about living in the wild? Apartments aren't that cool because if they start to smell like your own pee you still have to come home to there. In the wild, you can run away from bad smells. That is the advantage of the wild! I don't know about "world peace" but I do, however, enjoy the occasional ear of corn. They are really fun, yes? The meaning of life has something to do with me, Cleo. That was three questions though so yes, I am terse.

Dear Miss Cleo,
I'm kind of worried. I'm a 20 year old male, right in the midst of my alleged sexual peak. Yet I don't seem to think that highly of sex. I was in a long term relationship and kind of got bored of the whole thing, it just got to the point where almost seemed like a hassle to insert myself. Now it's been about 9 months since I've taken off from the wild throws of intercourse and I really don't miss it that much...and I don't really go out of my way to look to engage in that kind of activity again. Part of the reason my ex broke up with me was due to my indifference towards the baby-making process and I
fear that if I somehow found myself in another relationship with someone I really cared about, the problem would be bound to arise yet again (I believe there's a pun there and I feel stupid about pointing it out, but it's my understanding that even when puns are not intended, one is obligated to point
out their possible existence.) So basically my question is, will I be able to shake the lack of that lovin' feeling and if so, how?
-limp noodle

Dear B- I mean, Limp Noodle, I am not quite sure how you say it but I think in German it is homosexuell? Barring that, might I suggest that you are perhaps lacking in the self confidence that gives me, as a fluffy bunny, all my vim and vigor and intense desire to bone? You will get your proverbial groove on but if you don't- who cares? At least you won't be knocking any girls up with many babies, which is more than I can say for the entire city of Toronto from what I understand. Which, granted, is a lot. I can only pee so far.

Dear Cleo,
      Okay, I have a really good friend named, Chris. He's adorable and funny and sweet..all those great things. Anyways, Everytime I see him he's always trying to be around me as much as possible..and he's always talking to me, and for 4 days at the carnival he has been winning me tons of stuffed animals and constantly trying, etc; Everyone says they think he likes me..even his close close friend. But when asked if he does, he says no....Anyways, my quetion is- Does Chris like me at all? Or is he just being really friendly?? I think he is SO damn cute...and I don't know what to do or feel! Help me :)
xoxo,
Dana

Dear Dana, I don't really understand "stuffed animal" because I am a starving animal owing to the fact that no one bothers to take care of me. So I can only assume that this "Chris" procuring smallish stuffy animals for you is a sign of true love. Lift your tail for him and show him all that is you.

Dear Cleo,
I hope you can help me with this pressing romantic/health question. When a boy spends the weekend at my house, I am unable to move my bowels because of the fear of embarrassment over the sounds/smells typically associated with this normal bodily function. Thus, I spend the entire weekend feeling constipated, grouchy, bloated and extremely unsexy....which is just the way you DON'T want to feel when a cute boy sleeps over. So, do I give up boys, food, sex? Do I play the finale of the "1812 Overture" in the bathroom whilst evacuating? Do I get a check-up from the neck-up to see if I'm pure nuts? Or do I just happily fart and splat away and not give a rat's rectum? Please respond. Fourth of July Weekend is coming up....and I can't spend five impacted days in the Hamptons with Mr. Good-Enough-For-Now?
Sincerely,
Linda X. Lax
Flushing, NY

Linda,
This question has mildly offended my oversized ears...just kidding! I love poo! Anyway, if you are scared of your own poo (WHY?), tell the boy to go buy you the newspaper of your choice at a store. If he refuses to do so, go outside and poo in the yard. If he catches you- he'll know you mean business, if he joins in- it's love. I am wise, yes?

 

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