By making a killer bunny robot out of some chicken bones and my own feces, I was able to escape from my captor! So ends another year of Easter Hell! Now I can go back to the usual routine of drunken orgies and sadistic pranks. You know it just isn't funny if it doesn't leave permanent emotional scars!
I think this might be a good time to check on the army of crack addicted clowns I hired to help me pass out the Easter joy this year. I really don't give a fuck how well they did their
job, but I want to be sure I'm not around when they come looking to get paid. Fucking stupid ass clowns!