Fuzzy Bunny Slippers

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The blame is solely on my slippers. My pink, fuzzy, bunny rabbit slippers.

Well, actually, the blame is partly on me for owning them and then letting my mates see them. But what was I supposed to do? Grandma gave them to me. I guess she just doesn't understand that any respectable man would not be caught dead in them.

Still, it wasn't that bad - I just wore them at breakfast to keep her happy, and stuffed them in my closet the rest of the time. That is, until one day when my mates caught sight of them...

Which leads us to now. Picture this: me, walking down the street, dressed as a pink fluffy bunny with my stupid, stupid slippers on my feet. On my way to a Halloween party. Where everyone will see me. Everyone.

Not a pretty sight, eh?

Worse, a certain bunch of my now ex-friends are trailing me, laughing their heads off. They are dead.

Dead, dead, dead.

Oh no. Spotted.

Dead, dead, dead.

Oh, look, a bunch of hot girls, laughing like everyone else.

Dead, dead, dead.

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If I hadn't have been so busy feeling like an idiot, I probably would have been watching where I was going. But I was feeling like an idiot, and I wasn't watching were I was going, and now I'm lost.

Dressed as a pink, fluffy rabbit.

I would love to say things can't get any worse, but watching kids movies has lead me to realize whenever the hero says that, things do get worse.

Oh great, it's raining. Apparently just thinking those dreaded words is bad.

It's getting dark. Oh well, at least then no one can see me! Even if I do end up failing the dare because I didn't show up at the party.

Those slippers are going to be destroyed when I get home. Mangled. Crushed beyond repair. Obliterated.

If I ever GET home. Wait a minute - I know this street! This street belongs to Mimi Ridesha! Oh no. Please, please don't let my girlfriend see me like this! Please, please, please...

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I'm finally safe. Now to get out of this costume. And destroy the slippers. Never again. Never, never.

Oh, hi Grandma. You've got a present for me?

Oh, how lovely. Dorthy the Dinosaur bed spread. Of course, I'll go put it on my bed now. Thanks, Grandma.

Still, it's not that bad. As long as my mates don't see it...