with the fears (that eventually faded)...
how very quaint...this crypt keeper ain't!
i shrieked when i saw him
"i can't serve this to my guests" i thought
"they're a bunch of non heterosexual wannabe vegan mary's"
i tossed and i turned
then i thought it would be hilarious
i'll spread on some whipped cream
and serve it to Joey Arias
she steal'n my spotlight
in Christmas with the Crawford's
my apartment smelt like Auschwitz
where barely anyone survived
i lit all my pine candles
and febreezed my place like hell
i had to do somethin quick
to cover that deadly smell
first in came Miss Jackie Beat...
next up was Miss CoCo Peru...
Lypsinka looked absolutely smash'n...
unfortunately so did Miss Ru
everyone i could think of
had made it thru my door
"hmmm" i thought "am i miss'n anyone?"
then in walks Miss AMANDA LEPORE
i summoned my helper
to serve my guests wine
and much to their amusement
it was none other than Miss Sherry Vine
then finally Miss Arias arrived
from craigslist he found this fellow
oh...i could barely contain myself
i couldn't wait to serve Joey my jello
we all sipped on cocktails
while Miss Beat sipped her carrot juice
then Joey's man introduced himself
he said ''hi...my name is Bruce''
as we sat down fer dinner
i sat next to Bruce
they all loved my cook'n
well...except for maybe the goose
the time it had come
to open all the presents
but i hadn't served dessert yet
to all my famous pheasants
i topped off their glasses
i thought i'd be nice
then i dished out the jello
and gave Joey the first slice
she poked and she prodded
til Poonanee's tail fell out
she freaked and she screamed
i said ''Joey...it's Christmas...pleez don't shout!''
''there's a dead mouse in my jello''
as i heard her exclaim
paybacks a bitch ain't it
she's got no one to blame
Joey leaped from her chair
and ran out of my house
all because she was served my jello
with a dead gelatinous mouse
the moral of this story is
and i hate to be so blunt
i am the LADY BUNNY
so don't fuck with me cunt!
Happy New Year!
now get off my dress!
so there i was wake'n the morn'n after xmas...with my x in a mess...
and me in my dress...fergett'n the stress...but let me digress
i scrolled thru my feed...to read the lastest read...
but the only thing interest'n...was the LADY BUNNY in need
so without an ado...and without all the glamour...
i ironed out my thoughts...i hope it don't damn her
"TWAS THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS"
thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of her own universe...KRYSTAL KLEER
'Twas the night after Christmas
And all through my "house"
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Cuz that mouse smelled dead
But no corpse could I find
I checked on my gerbil
It was in my behind.
I'm not a troll
Who lives under a bridge
But the last mouse I found
Was inside of my fridge...
And all through my "house"
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Cuz that mouse smelled dead
But no corpse could I find
I checked on my gerbil
It was in my behind.
I'm not a troll
Who lives under a bridge
But the last mouse I found
Was inside of my fridge...
(**insert KRYSTAL KLEER's response here)
i named him Poonanee
the cutest lil fellow
a christmas surprise
now frozen in my jello
now frozen in my jello
i shrieked when i saw him
float'n still amongst the berries
"i can't serve this to my guests" i thought
"they're a bunch of non heterosexual wannabe vegan mary's"
i tossed and i turned
then i thought it would be hilarious
i'll spread on some whipped cream
and serve it to Joey Arias
she steal'n my spotlight
in Christmas with the Crawford's
my apartment smelt like Auschwitz
where barely anyone survived
i lit all my pine candles
and febreezed my place like hell
i had to do somethin quick
to cover that deadly smell
first in came Miss Jackie Beat...
next up was Miss CoCo Peru...
Lypsinka looked absolutely smash'n...
unfortunately so did Miss Ru
everyone i could think of
had made it thru my door
"hmmm" i thought "am i miss'n anyone?"
then in walks Miss AMANDA LEPORE
i summoned my helper
to serve my guests wine
and much to their amusement
it was none other than Miss Sherry Vine
then finally Miss Arias arrived
from craigslist he found this fellow
oh...i could barely contain myself
i couldn't wait to serve Joey my jello
we all sipped on cocktails
while Miss Beat sipped her carrot juice
then Joey's man introduced himself
he said ''hi...my name is Bruce''
as we sat down fer dinner
i sat next to Bruce
they all loved my cook'n
well...except for maybe the goose
the time it had come
to open all the presents
but i hadn't served dessert yet
to all my famous pheasants
i topped off their glasses
i thought i'd be nice
then i dished out the jello
and gave Joey the first slice
she poked and she prodded
til Poonanee's tail fell out
she freaked and she screamed
i said ''Joey...it's Christmas...pleez don't shout!''
''there's a dead mouse in my jello''
as i heard her exclaim
paybacks a bitch ain't it
she's got no one to blame
Joey leaped from her chair
and ran out of my house
all because she was served my jello
with a dead gelatinous mouse
the moral of this story is
and i hate to be so blunt
i am the LADY BUNNY
so don't fuck with me cunt!
Happy New Year!
now get off my dress!