A long time ago in a galaxy far away, Jesus died for our sins. Today, we celebrate this by eating rabbits. Yum! And then we color eggs and hide them to get rid of the young'uns so sex can be had in privacy. Jesus couldn't be prouder. Except that then he can't find an egg and it stinks up the yard for a month, a week, and a day.
Entries will be judged on Wendesday sometime in the afternoon, although to keep you on your toes, the exact number of picoseconds after 3 won't be revealed.
Oh yeah, if the title and intro paragraph didn't tell you, the entries are to be Easter-related.
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My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in. -Weird Al Yankovic