http://saintgasoline.com/2009/04/14/on-the-easter-bunny/ A humorous news/opinion podcast focusing on progressive politics, science, skepticism, and hilarious substances like urine. Sat, 14 Jan 2012 04:25:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 http://saintgasoline.com/2009/04/14/on-the-easter-bunny/comment-page-1/#comment-1549 QCato Fri, 17 Apr 2009 16:26:33 +0000 http://saintgasoline.com/?p=146#comment-1549 Modern Easter traditions are indeed creepy, none more so than the Ubiquitous Marshmallow Peeps. People pretend that they love their children, but contradict themselves mightily when they allow them to ingest extruded marshmallow shapes that are dyed a radioactive green. I have a theory that marshmallow peeps are what ET's shit would have resembled, if only Steven Speilberg have been enlightened enough to have let us catch a glimpse of it. I comfort myself by clinging to the belief that the decision to market them in the first place was just the result of a spectacular typo. Modern Easter traditions are indeed creepy, none more so than the Ubiquitous Marshmallow Peeps. People pretend that they love their children, but contradict themselves mightily when they allow them to ingest extruded marshmallow shapes that are dyed a radioactive green. I have a theory that marshmallow peeps are what ET’s shit would have resembled, if only Steven Speilberg have been enlightened enough to have let us catch a glimpse of it. I comfort myself by clinging to the belief that the decision to market them in the first place was just the result of a spectacular typo.

]]> http://saintgasoline.com/2009/04/14/on-the-easter-bunny/comment-page-1/#comment-1540 TheFroggie Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:01:55 +0000 http://saintgasoline.com/?p=146#comment-1540 Interestingly, in France no bunnies come visit us (they know that we have mustard in our pantry, and many delicious recipes invented by our starving ancestors during times of famine), but bells magically transport themselves from Rome, Italy, to drop sweets of all sizes and shapes. I suppose that this is somewhat more catholic than the turd-eating, pointy-teethed, big-eared, red-eyed terror that lurks in every American backyard :D although I'm sure you can interpret it differently as well. I love your writing style, and am eager to hear more of your intellectual fart jokes :) Interestingly, in France no bunnies come visit us (they know that we have mustard in our pantry, and many delicious recipes invented by our starving ancestors during times of famine), but bells magically transport themselves from Rome, Italy, to drop sweets of all sizes and shapes. I suppose that this is somewhat more catholic than the turd-eating, pointy-teethed, big-eared, red-eyed terror that lurks in every American backyard although I’m sure you can interpret it differently as well.
I love your writing style, and am eager to hear more of your intellectual fart jokes

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