Bunny Hump, both a sport and a landmark.
Uncle Benny is now recruiting for a 30-bugle band of tootling-marchers. Must be able to tootle while upright and look good in a bunny suit, or be able to fake it. So far, only one bunny showed up, so we've got an extra outfit, but if you're the only additional volunteer, you'll need to resemble 29 bunny-suited stomping marchers playing 29 other bugles and making them honk in time to the beat. (One free lunch provided to qualified applicant.)
Captain Anonymous is also recruiting, for replacement members of his decades-old Gran Zipping Orchestra. (Bring your own zipper, tuned to Z-sharp. Also, if you're a drinker, bring your own coffee — we provide the cups. Official bunny suit mandatory, plus license to wear it.)
Ever drive past Bunny Hump, Nevada? Many things are actually legal in that state.
There is no 1789 law about chocolate bunnies and espionage. The law dates from 1788 ½ and covers only chocolate-covered bunny suits and the people who might be in them, but only if they're up to something fishy.
She had a nun in the oven, and it made for a tense supper, though the fried chocolate bunny heads were scrumptious.
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Me? Went fishing for fishy things, and got flushed. Too much sun at once, too big a drain hole.
