Evidence that biting the heads off animals is something to do only occasionally

Last night, I bit the head off a chocolate Easter bunny and then, because I couldn't bear to see it sitting there, deformed, I had to eat the rest.  Eating bunny-shaped chocolate is not easy, and bits went down my tee-shirt and all over my jeans so that I had a big sponging-off job to do before I went to bed.

Sigh. Life is so complicated.

Anyway, the whole incident reminded me of a post I wrote years ago about eating a chocolate penguin someone gave me when I'd been in hospital.  I thought I'd offer it again to the world. I think Stephen King would have been proud of me.

You may have seen this picture on the Internet.  It makes me laugh.  


Comments

  1. Anonymous4/4/13 05:37

    Haha :) - watch me post a single comment this time. Life is indeed complicated but chocolate is a great comfort. Totally agree about bunny dismembering though I find it equally challenging with Easter eggs. In your book, Burying Thingy, I think you will be well qualified to describe the death details. Let's just say I would NOT want to be murdered by you...

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/13 08:26

      I love that ... in your book 'Burying Thingy'. I may even change the title and take the name out. It's much more fun as 'thingy'.

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  2. stephen Hayes4/4/13 08:15

    I enjoyed your post on eating chocolate penguins. I do feel a bit bad when I consume a chocolate animal, but I get over it eventually.

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/13 08:27

      No, it still makes me feel bad. I may have to wear a blindfold next time.

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  3. Martin4/4/13 08:21

    I missed the penguin story before. Thanks for the chuckle.

    For the first time in years, we treated ourselves to an Easter egg. I think we were both surprised at how much pleasure we got from smashing it up, let alone eating it. We live life on the edge, you know!

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/13 08:27

      This made me laugh, envisaging you bashing the hell out of an Easter egg with a giant hammer.

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  4. Frances Garrood4/4/13 08:54

    I bet you bite the heads off jelly babies, too?

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  5. Frances4/4/13 13:12

    Just read the penguin story......it was before I found you so not seen it before. Brilliant...made me laugh out loud.

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    1. Fran Hill4/4/13 15:03

      That's a nice comment. I'm glad it made you laugh.

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  6. Pam 6/4/13 10:22

    Now, Fran. We're verging on the ghoulish again. Restrain yourself.

    (By the way, didn't your daughter do well on the cooking thing?!!!! And she bears a distinct family resemblance to you, with a distinctly Fran-like twinkle in the eye!)

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    1. Fran Hill7/4/13 10:26

      Ah, you saw her on Masterchef! Brilliant! I was very proud. Yes, she definitely has the same 'What I want most of all is to do mischief' look in her eye as I do ....

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  7. Anonymous7/4/13 08:10

    We're currently sat here debating whether to crack open (hehe) the last remaining Percy Pig Easter egg or not.

    He's just sat there in his box looking all innocent, teasing us with his 'raspberry chocolate flavour' description.

    But I know what you're thinking; something more along the lines of 'How do you still have an Easter egg left?' Rather than the cruelty I am about to impose by biting off his ears one by one.

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    1. Fran Hill7/4/13 10:27

      Yes, how do you still have an Easter egg left? In fact, by now, you probably don't .... Any spare ones can be brought round here, though, no problem.

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