I think my all-time favorite scene from A Christmas Story is when Ralphie comes down in the Easter Bunny outfit that his Aunt Clara sent him and his father says, “He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.” That’s all I could think of when my mom gave me this little marshmallow bunny the other day.
Okay, that’s not totally true. I also thought of one of my daily affirmations from Wry and Ginger (see the link to your right under “If you want to buy me a present).
My mom thought it would be funny to traumatize small children by putting these in their Easter baskets. (This is also the woman who would take a whole raw chicken out of the package and make it dance for us – so traumatic childhood events are all relative.)
Personally, I have a much better plan for it. My mom broke her arm on Wednesday and will have to have surgery on Monday. Therefore, she has some really good pain killing medications. I mean the good stuff. I’m thinking that, after she takes one of those pills and falls asleep, I should sneak into her room and set up this bunny so that it’s staring at her when she wakes up. hahahahaha. That would be so funny! But, alas! I’m not that mean. Oh that I were – the fun I’d have!
Apparently, these little apparitions are even more creepy in the Wal-Mart aisle where she found them. They are all lined up and stare at you as you walk by.
I, on the other hand, prefer for my Easter candy to be slightly less disturbing. Not much less though.
I think the chicken on the package is flipping me the bird (I often have delusions of farm animals flipping me the bird though, so my version of the story may be a little deluded). Of course, when you turn the package over, you will see why this poor chicken is so distraught…
Yes, my friends, that is right. You take off his head, put bubble gum into his neck and then he poops it out while walking without even having the benefit of having gotten to eat it first! No wonder he is once again giving us the finger.
Yes, I know, I’m a sucker. I paid 3 bucks for the stupid thing. But it was so worth it just to share it with you all!
On a side note, it kind of cracks me up that it says “not for children under 4 years.” I don’t know why.
I already see crazed Easter Rabbits when I wake up from my drug-induced slumber. Is this real or am I dreaming again? What time is it?
mom
Oh man….I heard about those cluckers but I thought it was with real chickens…
I wondered why it wasn’t working. I kept cutting their heads off and stuffing the gum in but they’d just run around for a minute or two and then die
THanks for setting me straight.
Glad to see we’re not the only ones with a clucker, my daughter got one in her Easter basket years ago, and it still comes out every year (you can put other things in there besides gumballs)!
i have been avoiding the easter candy isle for too long, its time for me to go to the store and find a clucker! ROFL
LOL I bought both of my boys cluckers a couple of years ago!!! I thought it was hilarious!
I have the gumball poopin’ chicken…it sits on my desk and provides countless hours of amusement to my fellow co-workers…
I love your mom for wanting to put those wacko bunnies in the baskets to freak out the kids. And, if they give her Percoset, I hope it does not cause the room spin, make her want to barf up her lunch or unable to poop for a few days like it did for…some people I know.