First and foremost.And that's how I feel about that.
I'm not an Easter bunny hater but I thought this was funny. I would think it's because he really doesn't like toting around all those baskets full of chocolate hims. But I could be wrong. I mean personally I would love for people to want to and be encouraged to chomp down on my likeness. That's not weird in the slightest. I mean nobody pushes eatting Santa? Whats up with that?
Every year I tell my mom, "Please tell the Easter Bunny I don't need or want all that candy, I'll be in a chocolate coma for weeks." and every year with out fail that Damn Easter Bunny brings me a basket of CANDY. You know what PAL, thanks but no thanks. I'm working out I'm exercising I'm running/ walking (heavy on the walking) and what do you contribute to my motivation CADBURY CREAM EGGS! What a pal. Thanks.
I went to the bar last night. I received a phone call from Big Brother with his gf yelling in the background about coming tot he bar, they were having a Secret Treasures party, and I should come. Great. Because what goes better in a bar with a bunch of guys who are already hitting on anything with boobs, dildos and sex lube. What could go wrong here. I'll tell you. Mr. Ship that's what. Yepper-a-roo. Mr. Ship was there when I got there and he was there when I left...alone. We talked a few times. Mostly how do you does and about the weather. There was that brief moment when I said goodbye and asked if he wanted to leave also. He politely declined, while he starred intently into my eyes and rubbed my back. WTF? Whatever.