Happy Easter. Eat some rabbit. Hoppity, hop.
I remember when I was little, the town park would have easter egg hunts. Actually, I'm sure they still do. Unfortunately, I feel like there may not be an 18-24 age category. Damn ageism, that's what it is! I miss those things. And how come I was never invited to roll eggs on the White House lawn? It's kind of upsetting. But Easter makes up for it, since it's another one of those pointless holidays I love because people give me candy. Thanks, Jesus, because I'm sure you're behind this one somehow. Candy is good. Give me some. |
