On Friday we received a goodie package from my mother. Amongst the clothing for the baby there was a pile of chocolate. Not complaining, I dug right in and began gorging myself on the sweets. At the bottom of the box was a card that wished us a happy Easter.
Completely forgot about that holiday!
Not sure why we eat chocolate in celebration of Easter, I did some googling and found that it’s likely The Man who wants us fat. Since Christianity views eggs as birth and Jesus came back from the dead, eggs equal Easter. So in his infinite asshole wisdom The Man makes chocolate in egg shaped form. We eat them and get fat. The Man, once again, wins.
My eggs had peanut butter in them.
There was also an assortment of dark chocolate packed inside, which I’m not as big of a fan of as my wife is. One, however was dark chocolate mixed with chili. Saying it’s spicy is like saying your mother is fat. It may be true1, but as I’ve become used to it over the years I can’t really tell. It was good enough, but I prefer my chocolate stuffed with peanut butter.
My wife is going to stick to the regular dark chocolate.
- Well, last I checked my mother isn’t fat. [↩]









