So, every year, the family gets together and has an easter egg hunt. now, all of us are over 21, so, it's more of beer drinking while meandering the aunt's house looking for plastic eggs. funny thing is, my uncle writes up a list of where he hides the eggs so that we can find them should we, well, fail. last night, as we had all reached our quota a newcomer on the scene, my cousin's fiance, was two eggs short. we used the list, we scoured, we drank more, and more, and became complacent. we gave up. two eggs short. so, a few hours and a couple board games later i'm taking a leak and see one behind some potpourri cans. NOW WE'RE ONLY ONE SHORT! so, going over there today for easter dinner, and to try to find that last egg... i'm betting the little kids who hunt today are gonna find it. little punks.
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Happy Easter Jehova's Witnesses. THAT'S NOT PIOUS!
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the last is the first not to be found. and now all you get is to be out done by punks.
HEHEHE you got punked.
Nice post. I'm a Easter Egg hunter too - check my blog:-)
I used to love that egg hunting on easter morning. Except we used real eggs. That list seems like a great idea, especially when you find an egg in september!
Also I totally clicked ont hat link that you said don't! All I have to say is I'm gonna have nightmares and I blame you!
It was me Chuddy. I flew over especially just to take your egg. Sorry bout that. :)
My nephew, just over a year old, is the only one who went easter egg hunting this year. His joy was to find the hard boiled and colored eggs, pick them up, then throw them as hard as he could on the ground.
Sadly, none of the eggs survived his fun.
yeah, so after about ten minutes on easter, my 5 year old cousin comes walking around the corner with a cracked open plastic egg and is eating the candy inside. we all looked at her in amazement cuz she couldn't have been out of the room for more that 2 minutes. she must have smelled the candy. uncanny. never did figure out where it was hidden.
stick, seriously, that's why he instituted the list. he was hiding 85 eggs. and even with the list we lost one... well, till yesterday. and you so can't blame me. i told you not to click.
so, wait, steph, you flew in, took my egg, and didn't even have a drink with me? bitch.
mmm... hard boiled eggs. i had none this year. and now i'm angry. though to be fair, if i had to hunt for hard boiled eggs, with my family, it would degrade into a hard boiled egg fight. complete with bloody-drunken-two feet away from each other throwing as hard as you can into the other persons face-style fighting. good thing we use plastic eggs with candy in them. much safer.
yeah, my youngest cousins on that side are 21. it gets r-o-w-d-i-e that's the way we spell rowdy, rowdy...
nobody ever listens to me when i say don't watch it. see chair... good to see you back in the comments section though man.
Hooah, keep your head down, and all that.
Post something new, Chud.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I really need to get online at home. I'm missing all the good stuff from work.
hehehehehehe. yes, yes you are kristin.
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