Tuesday, March 28, 2006
NOTHING YOU CAN DO IF I HOP AROUND WITH YOUR PANTYHOSE ON MY HEAD LIKE RABBIT EARS
LET ME GUESS. YOU HAVEN'T STARTED PREPARING FOR EASTER.
BUNNY EARS? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?
WHITE COTTON BATHROBE? CHECK
SCUBA FLIPPER BUNNY FEET? CHECK
FACT: I'VE ALREADY GOTTEN MY BLOOD SUGAR LEVELS TO POST-HALLOWEEN LEVELS WITH TWO 6-PACKS OF PEEPS AND 7 PEANUT BUTTER EGGS.
HOW IS COUNTING CALORIES AND WATCHING THAT CHOLESTEROL LEVEL? NEED ANOTHER PIECE OF WHEAT TOAST? FUCKING OWNED.
MRH,
HARVEY IS MY DIETY
