When I was little I loved my chocolate bunny so much I slept with it. Was traumatized when I woke up in a giant smear-pool of chocolate with little candy eyes floating in it. Never the same.
When I was little my brother (who was 10 at the time) told me I had to eat the entire head first so I could not hear it scream or see the look of terror in its eyes. When he mercifully relieved me of my giant white rabbit he bit the head off he screamed with a closed mouth while chewing it. To this day I don't eat white chocolate or chocolate Easter bunnies.
We were seven, so I had to hide it from my brothers and sisters. The best place I found, was under the bed of my parents. But we lived in an old farmhouse and there were mice ...
🐇🐇 That first one has me in stitches, Dr. Malone, especially coming from someone as distinguished as you 😹😹
My son was telling my daughter-in-law the proper way to eat chocolate rabbits - he thinks ears first so they can't hear the munching ;)
When I was little I loved my chocolate bunny so much I slept with it. Was traumatized when I woke up in a giant smear-pool of chocolate with little candy eyes floating in it. Never the same.
I sense there will be a new Substack devoted to airing of holiday trauma. The vignettes would probably make an excellent book.
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When I was little my brother (who was 10 at the time) told me I had to eat the entire head first so I could not hear it scream or see the look of terror in its eyes. When he mercifully relieved me of my giant white rabbit he bit the head off he screamed with a closed mouth while chewing it. To this day I don't eat white chocolate or chocolate Easter bunnies.
Raptor antifunnies Sunday.
*lol*
😹 Smart kid 👍
I’ve had the bunny one in my bulletin board for probably 10 years. Toooo funny. Thanks for including it.
We were seven, so I had to hide it from my brothers and sisters. The best place I found, was under the bed of my parents. But we lived in an old farmhouse and there were mice ...
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