Hugh Hefner had it made, plenty of hot horny bunnies and what were they after… his carrot, his cabbage, but not his heart? Bunny Habits… I know plenty of would be bunnies with bad habits and I have the habit of falling in love; maybe I should break it.

Poem about a bunny running along a path.

Some randomness.

Here is a little story about the possible miscommunication that could happen between friends.

4/27/11.

Easter bunny comed again,

Bring his joy and all his “”pain”.

Poetry.

Hello shitty.

A poem about Easter.

My lily bunny