A quick withdrawal

Scum of the earth

Typical.There I am in the bank waiting in line to deposit the months adsense takings(6 cents,nice one google)when just my luck a gang of east end s&m rabbits rampage through the doorway armed to the buck teeth and looking like they've escaped from a gimp testing laboratory.(A standard gimp license costs $30 and must be renewed every 3 years or mistress says there will be consequences)
"Give us the money and no funny business" squeaked one of the hairy rascals.A clown who was sitting in the corner writing a cheque began to sob and then blew his large red nose into an oversize polka dot handkerchief,theres always someone worse off than yourself eh.
"What do want money for?You have'nt even got any pockets for loose change!"I said to the head rabbit who'd been looking at me like I was his bitch.Truth is he was the bitch and I was the Daddy,yeah the Mother Daddy,I was the Mother Daddy bitch keeper and he knew it and if he didn't know it he soon would the well kept bank robbing bunny bitch.A large leather studded satchel slid across the floor and came to rest at my feet."For lipstick and cigarettes mouthy,it's amazing what you can get addicted to these days.Now give the bag to the cashier and dont anybody try anything stupid!"A retard who'd wandered in by mistake and was until recently trying to purchase a loaf and four chocolate eclairs from the bureau de change began to look very uneasy.
I picked up the bag and took it over to the cashier.I was already planning a move to take these light fingered lettuce lovers down,that's right mess with me and I'll serve you up a three course meal of pain.A chinese burn for starters,paper cut for main course and for desert if I can get a few friends together the bumps,ow believe it baby,step back I am the pain machine so watch your ass.The bag full I returned it to the carrot munching mastermind."Right were off,have a nice day and no-one try anything clever ok."
"Bollocks"said Stephen Hawking who was in sorting out a direct debit.
I was just about to make my move when WHAM,a truck carrying make up and Malboros came crashing through the doors and slammed into the fleeing furry felons.Oh the blood,the screams and the twisted irony of it all.A little bit of what you fancy does you good but a truckload of the shit will kill you every time,at least that's what Nan always said until we sealed her up under the stairs.Sorry Nanna but if it's any consolation you were right.
The driver(a chainsmoking transvestite)was pulled from the wreckage and quite rightly held aloft as the hero of the hour yet I couldnt help thinking that if you or I were to dress a half a dozen rabbits in studded leather,tie them to the front of a car and ram raid a bank we'd probably get three years.
The worlds gone mad.