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Bunnyland is a name used by two distinct places, neither of which has much to do with the other. Bunnyland may refer to the to west wing of the Playboy Mansion in Los Angeles California], or it may refer to a small whimsically shaped island off the southern coast of Easter Island that is populated with chocolate rabbits.
Both places represent the dreams of young boys and girls and the dreams of octogenarians and scantily clad nymphomaniacs who live out a swinging fantasy of an Englebert Humperdink goovy kinda lifestyle long-gone in this age of safe sex.
edit Bunnyland: the Easter Paradise
Discovered by noted explorer and confectionist Sir Brach Hershey, Bunnyland (the Island) was revealed to the world in 1869 during one of Hershey’s around the world cruises.
Normally western explorers were drawn to the giants of nearby Easter Island, but, Hershey noted in his diary on April 4, 1869 that his ship, drifting about in the waters to the southern coast of Easter Island when it was approached by at least “One-hundred dug-outs, each holding what appeared to be milk chocolate rabbits with piercing yellow and blue eyes,” which “beckoned the crew and I to follow them back to their homeland.”
Having run out of fresh water some two weeks before, and tired of consuming their own urine, Hershey and the crew were only too happy to jump into the ocean and dog paddle the quarter mile or so to what was later to become christened as Bunnyland.
edit Candy Gram for Mongo
Once the crew had rested up on the beach, and after reviving Hershey (who had been dreaming of Nubian women lavishing him with kisses), the party set out to find the brown bunnies that had beckoned to them with promises of fresh water. Instead, the party stated that they stumbled upon a magical world of brightly flashing colors and molded chocolaty bunnies going about their business without a care in the world.
Hershey related upon his rescue from a log adrift in the Pacific by Portuguese squiders that the Bunnies maintained a hierarchical republic with a constitutional monarchy. That Bunnyland’s main source of income was derived from the sale of postage stamps. That the bunnies had no opposable thumbs made correspondence with the outside world impossible, and thus the sale of stamps profitable.
After spending what seemed to be a very long time on Bunnyland, Hershey was called upon the Good King Rarebit, to sample some of the island’s many delights. But what Hershey and the crew really wanted was some fresh water. Unable to communicate with the stoic hares, one of the crew members with Hershey’s party grabbed a bunny in waiting to Queen O’Hara and bit off the poor blokes head only to discover that the Godless creatures were hollow and had no souls!
Well, that really put a damper on this things as Hershey stated when he was being checked into Slocum’s Conveleriaum in Bristol. It was then that the crew they had a problem – millions of small chocolate bunnies turned on the party and drove them into the briny sea water where the survivors swam as if their lives depended on it.
edit Bunnyland: A best seller
When he was fully recovered, Brach Hershey took his real life experiences in Bunnyland and wrote Gertrude’s Adventures in Bunnyland, which quick knocked Slovenly Peter out of the bestselling number one children’s book in Great Britain and the United States. Hershey followed the release of fortieth edition of the book and began marketing hollow milk chocolate Bunnies for sale to children during Easter, advising the kiddies to “eat the head first, or at a very least gnaw the eyes off so they can’t follow you about and kill you in your sleep."
And thus, a happy tradition was born.
edit Bunnyland: the Hefner paradise
It is unknown if Hugh Hefner was a childhood fan of Hershey’s work, but it is well documented that Bunnyland, Playboy Mansion West, is hopping good clean fun for the dirty old man of American Porn. In this Bunnyland, its no mirage: dozens of young nubile bunnies frolic about in bikini’s while swinging with the happening cats who are the movers and shakers movieland today.
edit Life at the hutch
Hugh Hefner’s bunnies are as pretty to look at as they are yummy, er, eh, play with. Each cornfed young woman, fresh from America’s wholesome farmland is jam packed with vitamins, mineral and silicone, just what America’s eternal bachelor needs in his diet to function as the Don of dirty pictures.
Their golden brown outer coating is the result of hours of strenuous tanning at the main Playboy mansion poolside. Periodic swims help to keep the bunnies moist, and prevent their cracking in the hot California sun. If after a quick dip in the pool there is a cool breeze, there is always a photographer handy to capture that shockingly embarrassing and yet highly erotic moment when a nipple hard-on awakens the women within.
edit Quick, she’s ripe!
At that precise moment, the Bunny is scooped out of the water and delivered to “Hef” who is quickly removed from the ventilator and injected with enough Viagra to raise an bull elephant . The mating takes approximately 30 seconds, and when he’s through, the Bunny is clothed, given $500 in travelers check and told to write when she finds work before being ejected from Bunnyland.
If this happens at Easter, she is give a copy of Hershey’s work, a hollow chocolate bunny and instructions to eat the eyes off first – that way when she is in a crack induced coma the bunnies won’t know where she is to attack her.