This group of stories were submitted by a member who requested that she remain anonymous...but enjoy her stories, anyway!
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I.
I was waiting for my boyfriend after the game [...] and this group of Bunnies was standing a few feet from me and talking rather loudly about my boyfriend, saying stuff like, "Oh he is so hot," "Big hands, big dick," "He can score a hat trick on me anytime," and they kept glancing over at me to see if I was paying attention, [which] of course I wasn't. So they moved closer and started acting more obnoxious. Well finally my boyfriend came out, and by then I just wanted to leave. So he yelled [to me, to leave] and as I walked away I turned to [the PuckBunnies] and said, "As a matter of fact, he is good looking, yes [what they say about big hands] is true, and while were at it, he is good in bed and I'll be sure to tell him that next time." The look on their faces was priceless!!!

II.
The fellas were at the local watering hole chugging a few beers, when a Bunny walked up to one of them and started talking to him like they were old friends. He said [to her], "I normally don't talk your type, and come to think of it, I'm not going to start now," and he walked away.

III.
[This] player and his girlfriend were walking hand in hand when a PuckBunny came up and said, "You could do much better. ...Like me!" The player responded [with], "You're right. Your girlfriend is pretty cute, but if you two are dating, obviously I'm not her type." [...]

IV.
My boyfriend was three sheets to the wind, when a Bunny walked up [to him] and said, "I can make you pray to God like you've never prayed before, especially when I make you [get *happy*]." He looked at her, and in a slurred [voice] said, "No thanks. I don't have the money to pay for a hooker tonight." [She] said, "I'm not a hooker," then his response was, "Well you sure as hell look like one with that trashy outfit on."

V.
[...] One night [...] I had left to [use the restroom], and when I came back, there was a Bunny in my seat talking to a friend of [one of the players]. This Bunny knew it was my seat, and she didn't get up when I returned, so after a [bit] I said, "Excuse me could you please move? I really don't want to catch your crabs, or any other STD's your nasty ass may have."

VI.
Another night, a few PuckBunnies managed to get seats in our section (they sell the unused tickets that the players don't need), and they were yelling, "Bitch in aisle [Z], seat [Y]. We repeat bitch in aisle [Z], seat [Y]." They made their way around the section, so after they were done all of us - about 10 - yelled back, "Jealous PuckBunnies [...] in seats [U], [V], [W], and [X], in section [T]. We repeat, jealous PuckBunnies sitting in seats [U], [V], [W], and [X], in section [T]." After we yelled [...], everyone in our section cheered! The Bunnies shut up for rest of the game.

VII.
This one needs some explaining: a lot of the Bunnies here wear [the kind of clothing] you'd normally go to clubbing in, and the girlfriends wear black and dark colors. (Hey, it's slimming!) So, they always call us BiB.'s - Bitches In Black, and for those of us that are blonde, BBiB's. During intermission, some of us girls go to the concourse to mingle with the other fans [...]. I happened to meet up with [some] family members of a player and I was talking to them (they had bought tickets to surprise their son), and two Bunnies walked by and shouted, "Oh look, it's a BiB!" The family members asked what that meant [...] As the girls walked by [again] one of the family members shouted, "Hey you need to grow up and cover up!" [The PuckBunnies] spun around and said, "Who the heck do you think you are," and the the family member replied, "I'm so-and-so's brother." I've never seen a person get so red with embarrassement before!!!