This is a story of a bunny. A stuffed bunny. This is a story of me blowing up a stuffed bunny.

The Story Behind the Bunny:

A while back I was head over heels for a certain girl. I really thought she was the one, so to speak. During my time with her, she gave me a stuffed bunny. I named the bunny MoPo, after some tv show production company, I just thought it was a cool name and of course I thought it fit perfectly for a stuffed bunny. Things were going good, however it came to be that we split up. Heartbroken and sad, I took MoPo and continued on with life, still having very strong feelings for this girl. After a few months I began talking with the girl again and of course feelings resurfaced. Then summer came and she suddenly stopped talking to me, responding to emails or doing anything to dignify my existance. Frustrated and confused I continued on, waiting to see if she would ever talk to me again. Finally the day came, after nearly three months of no form of communication with a girl I had been madly in love with, A 5 minute conversation was held to inform me she was engaged to be married to a guy she met at the begining of summer.

So I did what any normal frustrated 20 year old guy would do...

Blew up her stuffed bunny.

Mopo had been sitting on the back corner of my desk ever since I returned home from JBC. When I was informed of this "engagement" (by the way I'm learning to hate instant messenger more and more as each day passes) I gave an evil glare to the bunny, sighed a little bit and started looking around my room. There on the floor was a package of 125 bottle rockets left over from my friend's bachelor party. An idea sparked to life. I proceeded to call my friends. We were going to have what my friend matt called "Holocaust of Heartbreak".

I packed the bunny, the bottle rockets, chugged some mountain dew and took of to find a place where blowing stuff up wont get us in trouble. On my way out my dad was in the kitchen. He asked what was going on tonight. I pointed to the bunny.

"See this bunny? We're going to blow it up with massive amounts of fireworks."

My Dad replied,

"Oh, well, don't get caught." He shook his head laughing and walked away.

Me, Jenn, Brandon and Nick met at Joes where we began operation Holocaust of Heartbreak. We started by duct taping together bundles of bottle rockets and twisting the fuses together. Eventually we had about 5 bundles of 6 or 7 bottle rockets duct taped to MoPo.

(Close up)

After MoPo was strapped and ready to rock, we ventured to a nearby Softball field. After some careful scouting Joey informed us that there was a cop parked nearby and we should change our location. After a quick argument of where to go we finally made it to another field... Anxious to blow up the bunny I parked my car, left the headlights on so all could see.

Nick handed me the lighter.

"The Honor is all yours" He said.

I lit the first fuse of the clumped up bottle rockets and watched as sparks flew out from beneath the bunnie's bum. A few bottle rockets went astray and blew up at my ankles, but the others did their job and blew a small hole in the bunny. Not satisfied with the tiny scorch marks I lit the other clumps. This time the sparks lit the bunny on fire and it began to burn.

After the we set off the remaining clumps of bottle rockets, Nick pulled out the roman candles. We shot it with 4 sticks of Roman Candles.

So what exactly does a stuffed bunny thats been strapped to 60 bottle rockets and shot at by 4 sticks of roman candles look like? I'm glad you asked.

The Death of MoPo

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I'll tell you what, theres nothing quite like coming to terms with your emotions by blowing stuff up. Especially stuff with sentimental value!

Have a good day!




  posted by Darrell @ 5:15 PM