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Frank the Bunny on Fourth of July

This is a true story, but names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

A few years ago on Fourth of July my husband decided I needed to watch Donnie Darko. Our neighbors had been setting things on fire in the street all evening and I decided that night it would indeed be best if I had something to distract me from worrying if they were going to accidentally burn our house down.

We had the hide-a-bed pulled out of the couch in the living room for some reason and we also had kittens. Our cat had produced three babies and they were big enough to crawl up on the bed and be generally cute and whatnot. So, we all settled in and watched Donnie Darko.
The truth of the matter is, I really didn’t like Donnie Darko. The plot was pasted together with construction paper, the characters were underdeveloped and the most philosophical line in the whole thing was “What's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?” So, I didn’t like Donnie Darko, but there was this one thing.