The marshmallow bunny massacre continued by drowning them in a sea of molten hot chocolate.
No one can help you, Marshmallow Bunny. NO ONE.
So, how do you deal with Resurrection Day?
Barb the French Bean
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Easter, Y'all
This year, thanks to a courtesy care-package that Mom lovingly sent from the good ol' U.S. of A., I celebrated by decapitating marshmallow bunnies with my teeth (images far too gory for this blog).
No one can help you, Marshmallow Bunny. NO ONE.
No one can help you, Marshmallow Bunny. NO ONE.
5 comments:
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I prefer my Easter Peeps as a garnish for my Bailey's and coffee. ;)
ReplyDeleteI hate peeps. They're too sweet for me (literally and figuratively).
ReplyDeleteHoppy Easter!
Besides getting a sugar overload? :D
ReplyDeleteBrush my teeth 5 times within the day.
That is a perfectly good use of peeps! Everyone needs some peephocoalic to drink? Very cute.
ReplyDelete~StarbucksMelody
Careful. Sacrifice too many Marshmallow Bunny and you will summon the Marshmallow Man.
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