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Post-Easter Post: Night of the Hell Hamsters or My Creepy Easter

by Constance Ann Fitzgerald

I’m not sure if  y’all celebrate or give a crap about Easter. Personally, I like chocolate and an extra day off of work. So, it’s alright by me.

A friend of mine has a tradition of whipping up rabbit gumbo and eating it on Easter Sunday with a group of friends. This year I got to be one of them. It was tasty. But it turned into a really creepy evening.

My friend had two goose heads, some mismatched  wings and a Tupperware bowl full of bones in his freezer. He even had a giant ass hack saw hanging from this rack in his kitchen.
goosehead

"Where else am I going to keep it?"

“Where else am I going to keep it?”

So, we sat around and ate rabbit gumbo while watching Night of the Lepus, which I have to say, makes you feel a lot less guilty about eating fluffy bunnies.

It's okay to eat them if they are giant and evil.

It’s okay to eat them if they are giant and evil.

Afterward  our friend was excited because he brought over a 15 minute short film called Night of the Hell Hamsters.

Hell hamsters? What trouble could a few hamsters be?
Plenty, if you bleed all over a makeshift ouija board and start praying to a deity you think doesn’t exist. Check it out.

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