Stephen Johnson
I got a shot recently. For…….something.
After the shot, I was told to sit down on THE bench for 15 minutes, just to make sure I was going to be ok.
So I did.
And then came the bunnies. Lots and lots of bunnies. With fangs.
Of course they started attacking the customers at that big box store and I could only sit there and watch since that was what I was told to do.
Blood everywhere. Screaming. Maybe some crying from the youths.
They even attacked the folks handing out samples. I think they might have been the first to go.
Only waited around for 12 minutes (I’m a rebel) and went outside to the car, followed by millions of bunnies.
They followed me home. Bunches were run over by other cars, but not enough to truly thin the herd.
I was able to get inside the house with only a few stragglers following. I beat them senseless with a Millenium Falcon model while the rest surrounded the homestead.
I notified the CDC about what was going on, and they hung up on me.
Guess I only have to deal with this for two weeks. Then the bunnies will go away.
I think one of them stole my car keys.
I’m also missing a box of Bacon Thins.
Bunnies.
