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Thanks to Alex, our friendly neighborhood vegetarian, for keeping memories of past sacrificial offerings to the carnvirous cause alive during this somber celebration.
There she is serving up her own, meatless, kosher, ayurvedic, non-comedogenic, yoga-toned plate. The mashed taters and garlic-roasted asparagus were fit for religious royalty. Praise be to the Newborn King and Queen Latifah. This is what the rest of our plates looked like.
Thank you Easter Bunny! Despite his sour stomach and lingering hangover, Kelton was a whiz cooking up the meats and used his patented meat-tenting technique that kept our chops moist and made the ladies swoon. I think I even caught D giving him the once over?
All I had to do was bring the dessert, so my foolproof Duncan Hines/Betty Crocker combo-in the form of a double layer cake-came through once again. I am a one trick pony.
Alas, our prayer-filled festivities had to end, so I ceremoniously performed the one-time-only "Fiesta con Bailes de Algodon Gazapo" or Dance of the Cotton Bunny. The complicated level of choreography could not be adequately captured on film. The Holy Spirit lives within! Amen.
2 comments:
praise jesus! he hath arisen and when he got down off the cross he said, "screw those wafers, i'm hungry! let's eat lamb and duncan hines cakes and party down with some cadbury cream eggs. holla"
all right, jesus probably didn't say holla, but i'm sure there was some sort of expression like that in olden times.
surely you've eatin since easter... why you teasin?!
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