we all know how grapes are made…

but who is making the raisins..?

Your assumption is incorrect.

Rabbits.

Our cats take grapes from the fruit bowl, play with them until they lose them under the fridge. Several months later, when cleaning under the fridge I recover the raisins. Not a very scalable production method I’ll admit…..

Where is this? Jesus, the grapes around here are kind of grape sized, those are massive.

I sense a Badger photoshop is required…

this is absurd, they are quite clearly sultanas

It reminds me of how they make penguins ……. clickty click

EDIT : beaten by Coyote 🙂

haha!
the other two yellow-hatted ones look like they’re having a spit-roast!

Genuine lolz. Thanks. 😆

My mother ate one of our rabbit’s pellets once, when I was small.

It ended up in the raisin bowl – I have no idea how, honest.

brakes 😆

gofasterstripes 😆

Our cats take grapes from the fruit bowl, play with them until they lose them under the fridge. Several months later, when cleaning under the fridge I recover the raisins. Not a very scalable production method I’ll admit…..

Well a quick Google comes up with an estimated 400 million domestic cats worldwide and figures of 10 million fridges sold each year in the US alone. So let’s not dismiss your method just yet. I can’t see it being that hard to train 400 million cats. And what if you started to use all domestic appliances and moved on to lions which we all know can move far more grapes than a domestic cat. If you’re in a hurry you could use cheetahs and ovens.

My mother ate one of our rabbit’s pellets once, when I was small.

Well my mum was in a bar once and took a peanut out of the dish on the bar when waiting for my dad to order a drink, only to find that they were discarded olive stones…..!!!!

My mother ate one of our rabbit’s pellets once, when I was small.

an ex girlfriend had an intolerable pet cockatiel that she doted on.. It was vicious, jealous, territorial and lived pretty much free range in the house with us..

I was eating a coronation chicken sarnie one day, and looked down to see a spec of filling on my shirt.. I quickly scooped it up and popped it in my gob only to discover that it wasn’t a tiny morsel of yummy chook in creamy curry mayo at all, but an unfathomably abominable and bitter nugget of birdshit..