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| Look, the Easter Bunny is sick. You're taking his place, Doris. Go hide chocolate eggs around America to celebrate my death. | |
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| Easter is when you came back, JC. Good Friday is when you died. | |
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| Oh...well that's confusing. Anyway, you're job is to hide chocolate eggs, give college students beer, get eveyone else addicted to TV and shopping, and write ominous jingles for CNN intros. | |
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| Mmmmm...cholocate and Jesus. Hey! Joe Millionaire is on! | |
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