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Argument is meant to reveal the truth, not to create it.


There was this guy. And there were these chickens. Oh, and there were a bunch of rabbits.

So there was some kind of argument about something.

I think that it was over chocolate.

And eggs. T

This guy's dad wasn't happy.

It had something to do with fish as well. I’m pretty sure that it had something to do with loaves and fishes. Or chocolate fish eggs maybe.

Anyway, the rabbits eventually must have won and these chickens got nailed to this guy.

I think.

Anyway, his father wanted to prove a point.

Yeah, his dad wanted to prove a point and that’s why they nailed the chickens to him.

Because he sinned.

Or we sinned.

Or maybe the chickens sinned.

Or something.

The father sounds like a bit of an arse really. Nailed them to a cross I think.

Something like that. S

o we eat chocolate eggs delivered by rabbits in bonnets and there's nothing good on TV.

Comments

Carola said…
Hey Kris, what a story. Your own words?
My Sunday TOP Five:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 eggs

Just joking. We don't make a celebration. The kids will get some eggs. More for the joy of hunting.
Roddy said…
Chickens, rabbits? I thought they were disciples.
I think the argument was over who was in charge.
I believe that his old man stood around while the local louts gave him a hammering and somehow he finished up on the cross.
His old man got pissed and had a spac. attack and a few rooves fell in and a couple of walls fell down.
Why we eat chocolate and eggs I have no idea.
And yeah they had a barbie I think and because they ran out of food they ate loaves and fishes that someone turned up with. I think J.C. himself divided them amongst the stiffs that turned up. Or were they gatecrashers?
Anyway that is how I understand it.
Kris McCracken said…
At the end of the day, Easter is a bit silly.
Roddy said…
What! No Easter, no chocolate.

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