Since you managed to get your own religion wrong and erroneously think that Christmas was the time to erect a cross in Pioneer Courthouse Square, are you going to be putting up a Nativity scene for Easter?
Crazy Moon Lingo
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
I’m just glad he doesn’t try to celebrate the pagan roots of Easter by some sort of naked Spring Equinox dance.
I’ll take the nativity over that.