Easter Bunny

The Face Book Virus has me hanging around like Jesus Christ on the cross unable to host a human to hide chicken fetuses. Fucking bored of not hosting humans.

So, I was at the bar last night. I was having my fermented carrot juice and some fucker tries to rub my foot for good luck and starts laughing. Laughing and pointing telling me Santa Clause at least gets to celebrate an actual birth and not some myth or lame rebirth.

Now, I don’t give a fuck. But I did stomp that fucker’s head into the floor with my big foot.

I guess my foot was not lucky for him.