My friend rolls up into my driveway with a pink and white zebra license plate that proudly displays the moniker BUNNY in a curlicue script on her hot-to-trot mama carpooling wagon. And of course I am instantly jealous... and curious. Has this magnet school-carpooling mom become a stripper since I last saw her??? She confesses that this attention grabbing moniker came hot off the presses from our local newspaper that had reported on the rather unorthodox antics of a local crack 'ho by the name of BUNNY. My friend was intrigued (and somewhat impressed) by Bunny's boldly whackadoodle moniker that clearly threw caution to the wind and spit in the face of Southern propriety. Southerners KNOW that only grandmothers can pull off a name like BUNNY. No one under the age of 62 should even try this without expecting a social backlash that would keep tongues wagging at the dinner table for five generations, at the least. My friend even reported that her 7th grade son begged her to take it off because he was having trouble at school explaining why he rode in a Bunny-mobile. So as any mother would-she took it off for two months-before proclaiming, "Screw it! Let 'em wonder!" I mean who wouldn't want a BUNNY alter-ego loudly and proudly displayed that would get all those vengeful magnet school mamas buzzing about on Facebook??? Sounds like my kinda fun frankly.
So as I finish typing this, I am currently trolling the criminal section of our local newspaper looking for a rare jewel of a moniker to blazon across my own lil retro set of wheels. If/when I find something tongue waggin' worthy, I'll be sure to report. Until then, there's only room for one BUNNY in this town.
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