I am ashamed.
All week I have been all SQUEEEEEE!!! The Easter Bunny is coming the Easter Bunny is coming.
Dreaming of chocolate and chocolate and rolling around in melted chocolate and not thinking about the true meaning of this important public holiday.
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Yo, Zombie Jesus, please pass my house by.
(oh yeah, I went there. I totally went there)
(and while I am all bracketing up the place, you can still enter the competition in the previous post)
(it was SO a competition. I said ‘A prize for the best/most creative/make me pee AND spurt latte out my nose answer. Or even the correct one.’ and shit)
(just because there was no IT IS A COMPETITION and you have to do this and this and tweet and write a blog post to enter, it can still be a competition even if I have no fucking clue what the prize would be cause when I wrote that post I was drunk on margaritas on the nectar of human kindness)
(but you can totally tweet and write a blog post about it if you like. Cause that would be weird, a blog post about a prize that no one knows if they actually want.)
(you know it could be a car…)
(so I will, like draw a winner or something in the next couple of days and they will win some random shit. Which would be AWESOME because I touched it.)
(and I can totally kiss or rub the whatever on a part of my body first if you are really really funny. Or even correct.)
(Unless I decide to buy you fish. Cause I don’t wanna smell like fish)
(and your postman probably doesn’t wanna smell like fish either)
(didn’t Jesus do something with fish?)
(Yeah, bitch, I was going to hell anyway…)