Happy Easter/Passover everyone! This week, we take a moment to remember a final supper, a betrayal, and a beard (and the man beneath it) that rose from the ashes postmortem (how’s my Latin? Do I need to go back to the Roman Catholic Church and do some boning up?).
I’m not quite sure how JC rose from the dead – he really pulled a rabbit out of his ass, and while I have never pulled a rabbit out of my own, I have definitely pulled out my fair share of hares. Write that down.
Today’s song of the day is May we All by Florida Georgia Line. Some easy listening for you while you’re searching for eggs, either in your backyard or in your wife. Your Sunday is your business.
Obligatory Arrested Development references:
…climb that wall, homo!
This blog is looking more and more like it should just be an instagram account; however, fuck tech savvy millennials. I was at a friend’s parents’ house a few weeks ago – the mother works as a political correspondent for Fox News (fingers crossed she gets a big payday from Bill “Fuck it, we’ll do it live” O’Reilly) – and I came across this epic shrine to Ronnie:
Next. I walked through an estate sale yesterday and came across the best piece of marketing of all time:
Whatever happened to Amoco? Ohhhhh, I know, it was swallowed up by BP (no joke). I haven’t heard of BP since that big oil spill in the gulf. Wonder what they’re up to these days…
Alrighty! Time to go eat dinner, happy Easter/Passover everyone!
(Photo above from Brooklyn last week. As someone said, when Brooklyn is sending their people into Manhattan, they’re not sending their best).
Today’s bad taste joke of the day comes from a close family member and all around funny guy: I was at the church the other day and the Father was complaining that while the nativity scene out front was beautiful, the local youth kept on stealing the baby Jesus. Easy fix, I told the priest that I could probably find four roman centurions to nail it down.
Stay thirsty, mis amigos.