About two thousand years ago the Easter Bunny died on a cross for our sins. Now we honour him by trying to force our wives to wear sexy bunny outfits while we penetrate their orifices with locally-grown carrots.

At least that's the way it's always been celebrated in my family.

Happy Easter. Fucking sinners.
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There's not a woman alive who has not wanted to be treated like a whore. It's in their genes.