I've got the Skittles, the shaved ice and ice shaving machine, the half-pint bottle of Seagram's Gin, I'm adjusting the venue's temperature to between 40 and 78 degrees... oh, and the other musicians have been instructed not to touch Bunnay.

I can't wait for tonight!

Hi Bunnay. I am Kittay!

He is hotness personified! Go go go Bunnay!

I suddenly have an urge to eat some Cotton Candy . . . in Amsterdam.

I'm there too! oh wait I'm in chicago. oops

Bunny!!! I'm there!

What is that guy doing in Florida. Man he must have flown all they way from the neatherlands.

Tee Hee...

I heard that Bunny hates Flying and he goes ape shit when he has to fly.
He requests a sand box in the bathroom of the airplane.