The Official Easter Bunny
|Location||Down The, Reeperbahn|
|Introduction||...And what will be will be. I am not your average sixteen-year-old, and the start of the oddities would be my nickname - some call me Bunny. I was born about seventy years too late, for the cars, music, women, and everything else in life. I am a Blood-And-Vinegar kinda guy, always too literal, too perverted, too loud, or too profane, but I am never purposefully racist or phobic. I'm sorry if this blog isn't viable in your life, please don't complain about it. I don't have the time to deal with issues or whining, but if you want to communicate in any other manner, just send me a message on Facebook, Myspace, or Twitter. Bunny out|
|Interests||Music, Purple Stuff, Odd Lights, Old Cars, German/Russian War Memorobilia, Parking Meters, Gypsy Things, Strange/Bad/Destroyed Artwork, Antique Stores/Antiques, Comedy, Etcetera|
|Favorite Movies||Hell Ride, Hellboy 1&2, Fight Club, Short Cuts, Mystery Men, Wristcutters; A Love Story, Paradise Alley, Etcera|
|Favorite Music||Tom Waits! Nick Cave (In The Boys Next Door, The Birthday Party, Grinderman, The Bad Seeds, ETC), Gogol Bordello, Warren Zevon, The Atomic Fireballs, Will Killhour, Frank Sinatra.|
|Favorite Books||The Death Of Bunny Munro, And The Ass Saw The Angel, Max, Water For Elephants, Taras Bulba, Everything Is Illuminated, Visions Of A Lost Haven, Etcetera|
Chicken monkey shoes?
I guess you could consider monkey a verb, but exactly how would a peice of poultry monkey some shoes?