Introduction of Evil Bunny***

Evil Bunny is actually the name of my personal cartoon character. I've got sketches and episodes of him in my math book (what else better to do in it?) - I'll take a few photos and introduce him. Mainly he just kills stuff with his chainsaw and looks cool. Anyway, all of that is sort of beside the point.
I have zilch followers so far but hey, I enjoy this blog thing, and I need to properly introduce myself for those future fans who will be wearing t-shirts with my face on. Or underwear, for the manic stalker fans. :P

And with that in mind, here goes The List #1: (dramatic background music)

Likes:
*Boobs. Life would be horrible without them.
*Angus (The most adorable mutt on this planet. Of his various nicknames, Marilyn Manson is included because of his crazy electric blue left eye.)
*All forms of the arts - art, drama, music, literature
*Rollercoasters and bumper cars (it's like alcahol - at first it's fun and then you puke)
*Fine Specimens of Male Gender
*If I say "spending time with my friends" it'd be so typically corny. So I'll narrow it down to ass-raping with stolen traffic cones, singing cartoon theme tunes late into the night (or morning, depending on which way you see it), video taping various hilarious incedents which I'm not even supposed to mention, seeing who can stretch their toes apart the furthest (I came second place), and, well, maybe I'm narrowing it down a little too much.
*Star Wars, Lord of The Rings and Harry Potter. Geekiness is a talent.
*Zombies
*Chainsaws
*Llamas
*All forms of insanity.

Dislikes:
*Crocs
*Peanut butter
*Marimbas (long story)
*Power Failures
*Taylor Swift
*Smudged eyeliner
*Getting caught reading/sketching instead of working
*Mathematics. I'm too lazy to stop sucking at it.
*Exercize! I'm unfit and I prefer it that way. I suck at any physical activity (okay, well, not ANY physical activity) :P
*My toes. Oh, they look alright, but they're always in the way. My worst injuries always involves really painful incidents of one splotchy, bloody toe or another. Maybe I'm just too clumsy.
*Oats. It all involves a really painful memory of a boy puking in my face, hair and mouth back in kindergarten. Yes, I swallowed it. He had oats. I puked too. Beautiful domino effect.
(Any guys still wanna make out with me?) :P :P

May the force be with you***
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