[You're backdating this post to yesterday so it doesn't look like you've done it late, aren't you? —Ed. Reality is subjective. Take the red pill. Drink the Kool-aid. Etc.]

It’s that time again.

First, on my way home this evening, winding through the Kentucky backroads [Uhh, you mean tomorrow evening, right? —Ed. Oh, right.] Winding through the Kentucky backroads, I did see an actual, live, wild rabbit. My car [you mean hrududu —Ed.] failed to hit the rabbit, since I was at sufficient range, and it did bolt right back into the woods. There is no point to this story.

I missed the opportunity to receive chocolate from others. This should be rectified next year. On the other hand, Commuterrant is more than willing to skip the chocolate bunnies. And of course, if you happen to be a rabbit yourself, you’re best off just skipping the sweets entirely.

If there are humans on Mars, then why not bunnies on the moon?

Photo with caption. Photo without caption.

An elil strikes! But the rabbits are smart. They had a decoy. Then there’s the case where the elil are in bunny’s clothing.

Maids, indeed. And another nottabunny.

Moving on, we have what could be the strangest centaurs ever seen by mankind. (Also available in a wide range of other varieties.)

Bunny songs?! Oh, you mean like, “Brass bunny – that funny bunny//Brass bunny – junkie//That funny bunny…”

This one just screams big, pointy teeth! I think it’s that chic slightly-out-of-focus look.

The LiveJournal invasion has reached a standstill, so they’ve sent in Stealth Ninja Pirate Bunnies. We’ll let you know how they do next week.

Finally, stick with Bugs. Mr. Clean is a womanizer.