I was over at Domestic Daze's Place and she was rabbiting on about Easter and the Relos and it brought to mind a couple of quick rabbit related stories.
Bah Humbug Easter, I say.
At one time I managed hotels.
At Easter I would always put Rabbit on the menu. Roast Rabbit, Rabbit Pie and Rabbit Stew.
At another time Roger Rabbit was the movie de jour. So I put Rabbit on the menu and put on the sign outside:
Who Killed Roger Rabbit?
We don't know but today's special is:
Rabbit Pie
We don't know but today's special is:
Rabbit Pie
Anyway Easter has been cancelled. This photo expalins why.
Stay good and be kind to each other.
10 comments:
yeah why can't this be a holiday like australia day or anzac day so you get to avoid the rellos
that last photo is sick but so funny, Easter where I am is not such a big occasion apart from the choc egg giving it is relatively quite!
Awwwwwww poor bunny!!! I dont like Easter or Christmas, or any of the commercialised holidays,, but having kids, I have to at least remember the holidays as they appear.
I dont want to join the rest of humanity in making huge profits for greedy businesses, but the parent in me makes me ignore my feeelings and give eggs to the kids.. grrr lol
I love the Easter movies. They're slowly phasing them out but....
That last shot wasn't near Havock's place was it?
Bunnys root more at this time of year too you know. I dead bunny means nothing in the larger scale of things. BuNEEEEEEZZZZZZZ
Easter is a pretty crap holiday all told. The weather is almost always rubbish and there's two whole days where everything is shut. Now that Easter eggs and hot cross buns are available in supermarkets from the day after New Years right through to May, what exactly is the point?
Funny photo, bunnies would be so much nicer if they weren't so much of a pest.
Now I like rabbits-preferably fried, with onion and mushroom gravy. Mmmmm! Easter dinner! (Homer drool).
We had roast rabbit one year for Easter Sunday lunch...nothing to write home about.
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