I said I wasn't going to post over the weekend, and then I just remembered a classic childhood story. Thought I would share it with you as you were sitting down to Easter Sunday dinner.
I was probably in middle school. Probably 5th grade. My grandmother was still alive, and my dad was working for the strip club mine, doing railroad track repair. While working on the railroad, all the live long day, the guys would use sections of drain pipes as animal traps. One guy would then prepare the animals, and everyone else got some fresh meat to to take home.
So, while you are still savoring your honey glazed Easter ham, think of little 5th grader Scope, sitting down for an Easter dinner, and getting server rabbit.
Yup, Dad supplied it, and Grandma cooked the EASTER BUNNY!
I was torn with going with this instead:
Hope ya'll had a Happy Easter.
11 comments:
POOR 5th GRADER SCOPE!! I would have burst into tears, I just know it. *sniffle*
:-(
(Happy Easter!)
Did it taste like chicken? lol!
Happy Easter (again)! : )
Oh, thanks a lot! That was just plain sadistic! (but I did laugh anyway) Happy Easter
Ssshhhhh. Be vewy, vewy, qwiet. We aw hunting wabbits!
I can't believe you ate the Easter Bunner. I hope guilt has plagued you ever since.
Oooommmm, rabbit, how fitting. Yum-yum.
Ahem. Now I completely understand your message in another medium. I do not think that there is enough forgiveness in this world to ensconce such an affront.
Yeah. All, I do have some serious guilt about this.
And it did taste like chicken.
What doesn't taste like chicken?
Wait! No, don't answer that!
Wif my speaw and magic heww-mutt!
Magic helmet?
Magic Heww-mutt!
*points derisively over shoulder with thumb, sarcastically* Magic helmet...
Hilarious!
Rabbit is actually pretty yummy.
I'm still kind of stuck trying to visualize the strip club mine though.
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