If you somehow missed the half-time show, like my silly Mom, you can see the photos here, at Mickey's place. Then come back here, to see how we got where we are now, OK? And next time, don't use the bathroom or hang out with the dishwasher at half-time!
Well, we didn't want to tell this part of the story, but every joker out there with a camera in their phone is a budding paparazzi these days. We figured we'd better give our version of these events.
See, after the game, Mickey and I felt the need to drown our sorrows in more Carrot Brew. Biff felt the need to celebrate, which made us think we might need something stronger than Carrot Brew. And Mickey? Well, he just wanted to party with his new friends.
We started out trying to party responsibly, I'm pretty sure about that. But then we hit this joint. Let me tell you, no rabbit in the world could resist this place. I've never seen so many greens in one place. And then, one of Mickey's friends ordered a round of Banana Pineapple Daqui-whozits. Things get a bit hazy after that. There may have been some Papaya tablets involved at some point, but they were not our idea.
So you see, this wasn't our fault. Really. I think.
I don't think this guy believed our story. In fact, I'm sure he didn't.
Anybunny know a good lawyer?