Wednesday, March 25th, 2009...9:23 pm
My Imaginary Friend Can Beat Up Your Imaginary Friend
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FADE-IN INT. CANDY DEPARTMENT. LOCAL MARKET. RICHMOND. DAY.
Girl: “Have you had these jellybeans? Which color do you like best?”
Me: “I haven’t tried them. Maybe you should ask the Easter Bunny to bring you some of each.”
Girl: “I don’t believe in the Easter Bunny, I only believe in Jesus.”
6 Comments
March 26th, 2009 at 5:22 am
Hmm. A proponent of the Arian heresy, no doubt.
March 26th, 2009 at 8:41 am
there was one easter where i was the bunny at maymont. children like this spent the day poking my belly through my costume and telling me bunnies don’t wear sneakers.
-B
March 26th, 2009 at 8:46 am
I received no respect from the kiddie-winkies when I wore a chicken suit. Nossir.
March 26th, 2009 at 9:50 am
oh, god, this has AFV written all over it!
April 1st, 2009 at 9:54 am
I was a Berenstein bear once. For Books-A-Million. I waved at cars on Midlothian Turnpike, and wandered around the store, breathing my own toxic exhalations inside that hollow head.
April 1st, 2009 at 6:43 pm
in high school I dated a guy who worked at Chuck E. Cheese. turned out he was cheating on me with the girl who wore the big, furry mouse costume. apparently, it’s a sex thing. I just know I was a completely mortified sixteen year old.
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