And let's not forget the little chick. These are not from the great cupcake baking mentor. I'm lucky to have another mentor, a fantastic poet who not only helps me along, but makes fantastic cookies on top of it all. They're so cute! I'll feel guilty for eating them, but eat them I will.
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How could you eat those cute bunnies?
Gosh-golly, Brenda, you sure do get some good stuff in the mail!
B-)
That's because mail's the only way to get to her...
They look like an army of zombie bunnies to me. I can't stare at the picture too long without having my hackles rise and being over come with an urge to turn and flee.
Anon, that's what the bunnies want. It's obvious from their expressions.
Yes, B-), I sure do!
G, for the safety of the citizens of Toronto, I do hope there's an Easter bylaw that restricts your entry into grocery stores and bakeries.
It's the eyes, GM. Caught in the headlights — but run them down at your peril. The only defence is to eat them before they get you.
Brains.... Braaaaaainnnssss!
WaaaaaaAAAAHHH! They're coming!
Ha ha. I suppose when packages arrive at your door you immediately call in the bunny disposal unit. The bunny squad, complete with bunny sniffing dog and bunny defusing robot.
I was reading about urban rabbitries. G, be careful. There could be a herd of furry urban zombies right next door.
On a related note, I found a bomb squad robot named Ariel...
mutter mutter...bomb squad robot, huh...mutter mutter...I know where I'D put a bomb if I had one...mutter mutter...
It's a good thing I'm sitting...
Have you moved on from mere smiting, Ariel?
Such guff!
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