Occasionally I worry that I will run out of things to blog about. Then I do something like visit Dollar General and all my fears are laid to rest. That’s where I found this hollow chocolate Easter bunny … Hollow … as if to symbolize the fact that he doesn’t appear to have a soul and wants to steal yours …
I love how it looks as though his eyes are falling out of their sockets. Nice. And, no, those aren’t breasts. Those are his demonic little paws. (Oh, don’t act like you didn’t think they looked like breasts.)
What’s the deal with the scary Easter Bunny candy this year? I think it’s a conspiracy by the American Psychiatrists’ Association. In 15 or 20 years, they will have all the work they can handle just from dealing with people who, as children, were traumatized by Easter candy with psycho eyes.
Just so you know, when I got done photographing this demonic Easter bunny, I bit off one of his ears and put the rest of him on my neighbor’s patio table. That’s right, the neighbor who brings his dog over to poop in my yard. Bwahahahahaha. [Rubs hands deviously.]
You and your porno demonic bunny…LOL Maybe the dog will eat the chocolate and be poisoned and die. Then won’t you feel bad
Maybe it’s the whole rabbit thing; my youngest sister took her three to an egg hunt this weekend and when the man in the giant bunny suit showed up it gave #2 son and the daughter nightmares!
That bunny looks like its waiting for its daily virginal sacrifice.
And I don’t care what you say, those are boobs.
When my oldest wasn’t so old, the Easter bunny scared the crap out of him, too. And if you think about it, they are pretty darn skeery. They’re huge, for one thing, and they usually have those big buggy eyes.
They scare me, too; perhaps I’ve never gotten past the idea that the person in them is really a Furry and gets off on wearing the costume. (I watch too much CSI. Shut up.)