A sad little ditty...the pink bunny

The story starts out with a instrumental version of the Beverly Hillbillies...........
Sorry, I tried to make a limerick out of it but all I could get was a lass who was a pain in the ass....

Anyway as the story goes,

It was the year 19**, and we were all young and stupid which is generally what all teenagers are. Michelle was a naive and fairly innocent girl who trouble seemed to follow in more ways than one. It was Halloween night and Michelle and her friend Krista were going out for some Halloween fun. Krista was the girl that all the guys wanted to do, and she liked it that way. Michelle on the other hand was just stupid enough to follow Krista into some of the adventures that always ended up bad, for Michelle anyway. Krista was dressed up like a Black Cat and Michelle was dressed up like a pink bunny. Krista went the sexy black cat in a tight spandex while Michelle went for the fuzzy pink jammies that had feet attached. The girls drive up in Michelle's 1969 Montego to Krista's latest boyfriend's house, who was a prick to put it politely and never did like Michelle because Krista kept her around to keep Krista out of too much trouble. Being a late bloomer at 17 Michelle had never drank before that night but decided to get through the night she must drink the 40 pounder of Rye that they had brought with them. One swig after another in the car and then drink after drink in the house of the Prick, she was going to get through this night without the Prick's nastiness bothering her. Needless to say that only about an hour later she found herself in the Montego with the other people going to a party, if memory serves her right there was Krista, the prick and a couple of his nasty Prick friends. The darkness of being very drunk was setting in, and as Michelle tried to get out of the car she couldn't do it, the doors seemed locked from the outside. Voices were calling for her to climb out of the window....why was she supposed to climb out of the window and why was it so hard to actually move across the back seat to get to the window on the passenger's side? Climbing out of the window and reaching the ground? As she was led across the street she looked back and saw her priced Montego in the ditch...on the road the ditches were like gulley's and her baby had been parked too close to the side and had slid into the ditch....Mistake #2 of the night
The cold marble of the entranceway was the next thing Michelle remembered, voices and people trying to get her to the bathroom....But these idiots at this party wouldn't let this drunken fool just stay at the entranceway or even in the bathroom to die in peace, No they had to pull her outside onto the front lawn...Mistake #3
Michelle tries to figure out why she is so cold, why she feels so wet when she knows she has warm fuzzy jammies on, why she keeps hearing loud noises in her ears, why she feels her ribs getting booted....Mistake #4,5,6
Drifting in and out of conscienceness she discovers that she is alone and nobody is there, of course her friend is off with her Prick and his Pricky friends, out in the back seat of her Montego that had since been pulled out of the ditch....why wasn't she dead by now?
The next alertness brings forth too much heat, Michelle is in front of a fireplace feeling like she is burning up...Ding Ding, wake up assholes these jammies Michelle has on are highly flammable....Mistake #23 by now
It's not until Michelle screams out in pain that she is moved from the fire and everything goes dark...........................
The next day arrives and Michelle is miraculously waking up in her own bed, but when she looks in the mirror all she sees is her hair stuck to her face and a body that looks like she has been in a to the death fight. Krista had stayed sober the previous night and driven them home. Michelle was lucky to be alive and until Krista saw all the bruising on Michelle's body she thought everything she had done the night before was funny. She explained to Michelle the various adventures she had had, that Michelle had been pulled outside onto the lawn and hosed down, that people had been lighting off firecrackers all around her and been shooting at her from the sundeck with a BB gun, and when the night was almost over her jammies had been lit on fire at the cabin down the dark road....at least she didn't have to drop before she was rolled to put out the fire....
This was Michelle's first episode with alcohol, enough to kill most people, not enough to stop her from drinking and not near enough to stop Krista from hanging out with Pricks who liked to abuse Michelle........
THE END...or is it