“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody thinks their story is front page news, brip, brap, brup, must be going, busy, busy, busy, call me Monday…”
But he blocked my path and looked me squarely in the eye, his voice trembling with determination: “There are penises all over downtown!”
Oh. Kay.
Sir, you have my undivided attention.
I consulted our local bunny pusher, Sarah, the one who got me into this dysfunctional relationship in the first place. Sarah told me that the likely reason for Bunny’s cantankerous demeanor is that she probably wants to make more bunnies. Desperately. She doesn’t hate you, she’s horny.
When that last ornament was delicately placed on the Christmas tree, I took a moment to admire the finished product. My little angels came into the room, and that glimmering …