Rizzla doesn’t give a fluf. He didn’t choose the fluf life, the fluf life chose him.
He don’t play by the rules, he broke out of that cage long ago, and now he’s hopping to the beat of his own stomps.
He’s the type to spark up under a no smoking sign, put his coffee mug on the table without a coaster, and roll through a stop sign without coming to a complete stop, because he just don’t give a fluf.
Rizzla always makes sure he eats his daily greens, and smokes it too.
He the type of buck that eats roots and leaves. And digs a cosy warm hole to bury his carrot.
He’s so in tune with his body that his every move is done with style, he never misses a trick shot, and even makes an accidental trip look intentional. Like a boss.
Rizzla ain’t scared of anything... in fact, hound dogs scamper when his presence is known. He doesn’t check twice before crossing the road, the road checks twice before crossing him. Rizzla doesn’t even read books, he simply stares them down till he gets the information he wants.
Rizzla rolls into the party, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and carrot juice. Laid back, with his mind on mycelium and mycelium on his mind.
This rabbit does everything with the fluf life attitude. A big part of that is not giving a pellet pile what others think of him, because he knows his own belief in himself is all that matters. He’s a simple fluf that doesn’t need much... as long as he’s got good tunes, a doobie, and his shades, he’s stylin’. And although he may come across as tough, he knows the most fluf life **** ever is to do good and look out for his clan. He’s a leader, not a follower, and like a true leader he leads by example.
Rizzla ain’t out chasing bunny tail either, he knows they’ll flock to him. Because he don’t give a fluf about does, he just chills... ‘till the next episode.
