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 | Okay, we all know what happens today: twelve stations of abject suffering and despair, and then Jesus Christ dies in agony for the sins of mankind. | |
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| And we mark this harrowing event by grilling spiced bread with fruit. | |
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| That's why the human race rules: God Himself can incarnate on Earth, preach love and peace, and absolve us all of our sins by dying in extreme pain on a cross... | |
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| ...and we celebrate it by heating bread and painting eggs | |
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| We like to imagine Jesus, delirous on the cross, seeing visions of the future of Easter and shouting: | |
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| YOU STUPID f#*kING #&@!S THAT WASN'T THE f#*kING POINT FOR THE LOVE OF DAD WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHAT CHOCOLATE HAS TO DO WITH ANY OF THESE YOU f#*kS. AND WHAT THE f#*k IS WITH "GOOD" FRIDAY HOLY f#*k I f#*kING HATE YOU ALL | |
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