You’re not just somebunny, you’re my bunny.
You can be my chocolate bunny. I’ll start by nibbling on your ears and save your behind for last.
There is an Easter parade in my pants … would you go?
Never done on a pile of artificial grass?
I’ll show you where they come from Easter eggs – you may be surprised!
You are not jew, are you?
I contributed some of the fur hairpiece Letterman.
“Hey baby, I heard that rabbits can make 150 children a year, how many do you think we do now?”
I managed by Don King again.
I live in a cage full of Cedar shavings vibration.