This next Sunday is Easter, when the Great Rabbit was resurrected from a cave in the Middle East and gave all his followers eggs filled with pocket change, candy and sometimes balled-up dollar bills. At least that's what heathen pop culture has taught us as opposed to the true story, that whole dead Jesus thing.
Easter is a time for frilly pastel clothing, half-melted chocolate, children looking for hidden eggs next to rusty machinery in the backyard, and scrambling to find a church with free coffee in the lobby to take the family to.
We found a few vintage Easter cards in our grandparents' house just this past weekend and we thought we would scan them into the computer to show you. Who knew that baby chickens and rabbits had such foul mouths?
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