Every man needs his rabbit.
I'm officially a senior. Instead of partying hearty, it is apparently my instinct to go walk my rabbit finger puppet, Hillary Clinton, all the while taking pictures of our 'escapades'.
Holy fuck, it's going to be a long summer.
I'm officially a senior. Instead of partying hearty, it is apparently my instinct to go walk my rabbit finger puppet, Hillary Clinton, all the while taking pictures of our 'escapades'.
Holy fuck, it's going to be a long summer.
Ms. Clinton decided to go incognito during our walk. Wouldn't want rabbit fans popping up. Yes, that was a pun.
We start our walk in an inconspicuous back lane. There are seven Secret Service ninjas hidden in this picture, but you can't find them.
Hillary, unused to such fatigue, must stop and rest in the shade for a moment. A red pallor is quite unbecoming of an ex-presidential candidate.
We make it onto a random side street. Ms. Clinton cannot refrain from looking into the camera.
Hillary stops to pose for a crossing safety announcement: "Drive not when the sign is red," she says a little daftly.
Hillary frowns at the litter. Or, perhaps she's hungry.
Wistfully, she reminisces about her childhood in the wilderness. Why she does that upon viewing an admittedly suspicious weed, I do not know.
Hillary still enjoys the simple things in life--swinging on a fine summer's day...
However, life's carnal pleasures also please her.
Hillary pretends to fly, this time without the aid of narcotics.
Hillary takes a moment to adjust her moustache and enjoy the view.
At the end of her day, Hillary finds a moment to mourn for those whom we have lost.
She then heads back to her computer to GoogleFight naughty words.
Such a lovely story.
