Remember to pack my catnip ball, my feather ont he stick and the dog in case I want to smack something jus' cuz I feel like smacking something.
I had a little altercation with the Easter Bunny. The end result is two fold: you won't be getting candy eggs and his wife is getting a huge insurance check.
Yes. I killed the Easter Bunny. No Easter for you this year. Instead, we will have Passover. No more stupid chocolate eggs in baskets. Instead, I will be having chopped chicken liver. You will eat matzoh.