I like Easter.
The fiesta days are always the Friday and Monday and it’s one of the only times of year that I can turn my phone off.
To me it signals the beginning of summer.
The weather is usually nice enough to go to the beach and enjoy a meal and some drinks on a restaurant terrace.
I know that the long, warm summer is nearly here.
I can get the connection between eggs and Easter.
New life, new beginnings.
I am not sure about chocolate eggs and the horrible Cadbury Cream Eggs have had their own, well deserved cunting.
Eating lamb at Easter was a brilliant move from the meat marketing board.
To remember the crucification of Jesus and his rising day’s later, kill and eat a juvenile animal.
But I like lamb.
Cooked slowly in the oven for at least 5 hours until it just falls from the bone.
Don’t forget the mint sauce.
I also like hot cross buns.
Difficult to buy here so I send Mrs Cunter to scour the British supermarkets.
Lightly toasted on the outside, more so on the inside, and with plenty of butter.
You can imagine my horror when I saw the advert on television for these tasty treats.
They were advertising hot cross buns with CHEESE, for fuck’s sake.
Also a fucking CHOCOLATE variety.
If that wasn’t enough they also had….. Wait for it…… A BANOFFE hot cross bun.
What sort of evil cunt would think these things up?
In the board room of the hot cross bun factory during a ‘brain storming’ session some absolute fucking cunt put forward the idea and instead of sacking him on the spot and calling the police, they all went along with it.
It is bad enough that foreigners want to fuck around with Christian traditions, but it now seems that the enemy is within.
Leave my hot cross buns alone!
Nominated by : The Artful Cunter
