Hello, We're the Creepers

Remember when I told you I was obscenely gross?
I warned you...

I know I did...

My family's just as gross as I am.

So, if you don't want gross, don't look.

Ok?

 Ok...

So Friday night we pick up my step girl and she tells us that the night before her brother-in-law ran over a bunny. He's got a truck and might have been speeding so the bunny was annihilated. She started going on about checking the road and the tires but it was too dark to really see the destruction.

Fast forward to us taking her home at the end of the weekend. She got back on the subject of the runned-over bunny. She asks if we can stop by and see if it's still there. I am doped up on pain killers (that's the story I'm sticking with) and picked up the idea and we both convinced my love that it was a brilliant idea to visit the dead bunny.

My step girl bursts out with  "Geeks, name my dead bunny!"

um... thing #1 I never thought I would hear my family say...

Without hesitation, Geeks says "Dead Bones" and thus the dead rabbit was named.

So we pull up to the scene of the crime and the bunny is gone. All that is left is a discolored splat and a few tufts of bunny hair.

 Of course we have to photograph it.
And while we're trying to get the optimal shot, Geeks is running rampant in the street and I have to yell out "Geeks stop running through the bunny guts!"

um... thing #2 I never thought I would hear my family say.

We then decide that we are on a sick kick and we have to find a piece of paper and memorialize the poor dead bunny. We find a scrap paper and we write "Hear lies Dead Bones" and his date of passing. We used a big rock so people wouldn't run over his new memorial.

We left it as such.

I told you we were gross.


Pain killers are fun aren't they?