Anyway, I haven't cut chocolate out completely but I have cut down on it. Until my oldest found the hollow bunny for me. I love the hollow bunny. The hollow bunny is hallowed around here. At Easter time......and by the way, it's not even Valentine's Day yet so what are hollowed bunnies doing out????? Anyway, I love me some bunny.
I have to eat the ears first. It's all about the ears. I know it's sick, and to those of you who are repulsed and offended by my vicious attack on the bunny, I want you to know that he hit me first. Look at those wild, crazy eyes. Is there any doubt as to who was the aggressor here?
*munch, munch, munch* Yes. *munch, munch* He started it.
Oh, and you know those little fuzzy yellow marshmallow chicks? I rip their heads off and eat them, and leave their poor little defamed bodies for the rest of the family.
However, should we ever meet in person, I just want you to know that you're perfectly safe with me. Unless you're made of chocolate.
Or unless you look like this.
Ooops. Wrong chick. Sorry. I meant this one.
Oooops, wrong again. Well you know what I mean, right?