Having absolutely no idea where this fluffy cottontailed bastard gets his tricks, I never saw the three basket array of confectionary wonders coming. I swear. He left his wares with a notes signed, The Bunny. No I didn’t buy this shmorgasbord the night before at the hoppin Walmart up in Hudson, I swear to God the hare dropped the bomb entirely by himself.
How do you draw epic, Vegas style attention to your daughter’s Easter Baskets?
With a massive GAZILLION BUBBLES Bubble blower, that’s how!
And no. I did NOT buy myself this entire basket of my favorite Cadbury concoctions. What are you accusing me of?