The Bunday Evening Thumps

Espresso, chillaxing on Satruday after a long day of disapproving.
He finally made friends with the bundo he got at last year's BunFest.

Good Evening, Everybunny!

My mouf, look at my mouf, hoomin. See this? Remember it. Don't lose it. Hold on to it on M*nd*y. That one probably will not be as bad as the last one. I know, a colleague at the pits gave notice and left Friday. Your friend had his last day on Friday too. Another colleague went home last M*nd*y and helped himself across the rainbow bridge. It all felt like a cannonball that cleared the deck and hit you in the gut.

This one might be a little easier. But that doesn't matter now. That mouf of mine. Remember that mouf of mine. We'll thump out the rest and overbun in good time.

We'll keep you posted, 

- Espresso