Tuesday, March 25, 2008
No Eggs-cavation Required
Easter Egg Hunt. Yeah, right. Why not call it what it is – a Don’t Trip Over All The Brightly Colored Eggs In The Well-Manicured Field And Hurt Yourself. Where’s the challenge? I had a harder time finding Waldo in the bleachers at this so-called event.
Good thing kids are dumb. If they were smart, they’d realize they’re doing a shitload of work for some lousy jelly beans and seeking approval from a guy in a giant bunny suit. If they like picking up crap so much why not turn them loose on the side of the highway and help stop Chief Iron Eyes Cody from crying.
Hope your Easter was swell. Now show me some love and pass the leftover ham.