
Hippity Hoppity, Easter Weekend is upon us.
Have you noticed how Easter has become the second coming of Christmas?
When we were kids, you’d get a straw basket made in Mexico, lined with some shredded, dried, green Saran Wrap that was supposed to look like yard clippings, in which the alleged Easter Bunny had laid some eggs of suspicious origin because they were pastel colored, except for that one your little brother had dipped in all the egg-dyes, and it was a dingy shade of lead-gray.


Never made sense to me.
Aren't rabbits warm-blooded, fur-covered creatures which deliver their young alive? Despite the visual of rabbit procreative antics that allegedly result in exponential population increases, rabbits don't lay eggs. At least not any I'd want to ingest.
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