Easter was here last weekend. Since I’ve never really celebrated Easter I was unsure as to how the Easter bunny works. I texted my brother Easter morning to ask him if the bunny left my basket at his home. His answer was no, waa waa. I asked George (my lovah) if he was going to his moms to pick up my basket… his answer was no! I went over to my parents house and asked if the damn bunny had dropped my basket off there… their reply was no. What the hell? Where was my basket? After much thought on this subject I decided to ask George where this “Easter bunny” came from. He did not know, after thinking about how an Easter bunny has nothing to do with Jesus or his resurrection I came to the conclusion that the Easter bunny must be some sort of pagan kind of tradition…. So I’ve got to buy my own solid chocolate covered bunny… the day after Easter!!!! I went to target got my bunny at 50% off and ate him up!!!! Mmmmm… so that’s what Easter tastes like, except of course better because of the 50% off. Anyway this whole bunny ordeal has me thinking a lot about whether people should really be celebrating about a bunny, or teaching their kids about the real meaning of Easter. Sigh…. I’ll be getting chocolate wasted over this matter for a while…. It’s not easy being a solid chocolate bunny lovah.
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| I've no idea how he got this way... |
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| What!? I was just whispering sweet nothings into his ear... |
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