Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Snuggle Bunny

To be sure, you’d find the name “Der Viator” on my mailbox, driver’s license, Burger King uniform, and a month-old eviction notice; but anyone who knows me personally calls me “The Snuggle Bunny,” or sometimes just “Snuggle Bunny.”  Why I got this appellation is beyond me, for apart from my dog and ferrets on a camping trip I don’t like to snuggle, spoon, or cuddle.  To the contrary, I grimace, snarl, and put off a bad vibe wherever I go.  So I guess, once again, I’m a walking enigma.  Sure, if you see me in the grocery store or at the gym, you can call me The Snuggle Bunny.  I really don’t mind.  Just don’t cross me, or this Snuggle Bunny will make your life a living hell.