***(WARNING!!! This post is going to piss some of you off)***
It is totally a religious holiday, oh Sinny McSacrilege… the Great Bunny gave his only son, who was made of chocolate, to us, to teach us the correct and moral and only way… the one, true way… to color eggs… and yet we, being imperfect mortals, ate that poor chocolate bunny, and therefore were given a pestilence of fat thighs and bad skin… for our sins… because we worshipped the idols of Peeps, and sought to fill our divine baskets of goodness with cheap, knockoff jelly beans and crap made by corporations who were fooled into thinking that they were people, made in the image of the Great Bunny, by Trump Supporters and corrupt leaders who thought their sole duty was to keep the president from achieving anything… just because it offended them that he was same color as the son of the Great Bunny… and because these men have no sense of shame… or right and wrong… or even of irony… we are now forced to use artificial grass to try to fill the emptiness that is inside our baskets of goodness, and lo, our bunnies will forever be hollow.
Pouring My Art Out 
That poor bunny. What did he ever do to you?
he looked at me… deliciously…
oooo lovely; I like a nice smack in the easter every now and again; once a year usually does it. Gooooooooooooooooooooooooo TRUMP!!!!
…ooo000ooo…
and Trent was just wondering where all my crazy people went… so…
oh, I guess he said that in our record-breaking comment post…
there’s a hint I can’t ignore…
yay
Ummm… not touching that with a ten-foot pole. Although I totally could. Ha!
What about a ten-foot Latvian or Estonian?
I see what you did there. I don’t particularly endorse that brand of humour, but I will certainly defend your right to use it. I got your back, holmes. Also, schmack!
I am prejudiced against freakishly tall Eastern Central Europeans…
Congratulations, you have rendered me speechless (well, not speechless enough to refrain from telling you I am speechless). I leave this post not knowing your true views in this matter, except that you do not like Donald Trump (neither do I). But I hope you have a happy, blessed Easter. And I think some of your other readers are a little scary, but then I’m easily frightened.
They are all reasonably harmless… I have a system for screening for that…
This story is just as plausible as the other one, and maybe more so. 😉
yay
But let us also condemn the false Easter prophets, the Energizer Bunny and the Playboy Bunny.
no… not the Playboy bunny…
Oh, Christ on a stick – what have you done now Art? you do realize that Easter is just an old pagan holiday called Eostre – that was a celebration of fertility – hence the fertility symbols of bunnies, chocolate, eggs, nests, etc. Trump would have us go back to those days so he could use his giant penis to symbolize fertility and we could all bow in worship to Trump’s giant penis when he waved his tiny hands. And Cruz’s wife could be the Vice President and help Trump wave his penis because his penis is too big for one person to hold and she is ugly so what else can she do?
eeeeeww… you just made it weird…
Sorry – I thought we were doing weird – it was your Trump reference that lead me in that direction – combined with the latest Trump declaration that Cruz’s wife is ugly.
Happy Eater Art – may your chocolate bunnies be solid while you contemplate the Resurrection of Christ.
Sorry – Freudian slip there – “Happy Easter”
ha
I will become one… with the chocolate…