FUCK MY MIND FUCK MY MIND. . .
Brilliance. . . well I don't know about that, fucking hillarious? Undoubtedly, strangely erotic? You better believe it, am I getting odd looks from my coworker's as I try to choke down my laughter, yes (Come on the Image of a 300 Lb easter bunny, chittering and dripping like some wonderlandian creature apprearing from invisibility from between the thighs of a girl high on acid shortly after her lover ha finnished round one. . . becuase the easter bunny lost his concentration due to impending orgasm, is too much to handle with out lauging. . .
Ever wonder where the Tooth fairy gets the coins she left under your pillows? Hah, are you sure you want to. . .