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Easter is upon us and I have a themed Feel Good friday for you to enjoy. I am now rushing back to my garret to get on with a new novel (and eat lots of chocolate) so forgive me if I don’t hang about.

Hope you all have a super weekend.

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What do you call a bunny with a large brain?

An egghead.

Did you hear about the lady whose house was infested with Easter eggs?

She had to call an eggs-terminator.

What kind of bunny can’t hop?

A chocolate one!

Why did the Easter egg hide?

He was a little chicken!

What do you call a mischievous egg?

A practical yolker

What do you call ten rabbits marching backwards?

A receding hareline.

What do you call rabbits that marched in a long sweltering Easter parade?

Hot, cross bunnies.

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Knock, knock!

Who’s there?

Heidi.

Heidi who?

Heidi the eggs around the house.

 

Knock, knock!

Who’s there?

Wendy.

Wendy who?

Wendy Easter Bunny coming?

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Three fools died and are at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells them that they can enter the gates if they can answer one simple question. St. Peter asks the first fool, “What is Easter?”

He replies, “Oh, that’s easy! It’s the holiday in November when everyone gets together, eats turkey, and are thankful…”

“Wrong!,” replies St. Peter, and proceeds to ask the second fool the same question, “What is Easter?”

The second one replies, “Easter is the holiday in December when we put up a nice tree,exchange presents, and celebrate the birth of Jesus.”

St. Peter looks at the second fool, shakes his head in disgust, tells her she’s wrong, and then peers over his glasses at the third fool and asks, “What is Easter?”

The third fool smiles confidently and looks St. Peter in the eyes, “I know what Easter is.”

“Oh?” says St. Peter, incredulously.

“Easter is the Christian holiday that coincides with the Jewish celebration of Passover. Jesus and his disciples were eating at the last supper and Jesus was later deceived and turned over to the Romans by one of his disciples. The Romans took him to be crucified and he was stabbed in the side, made to wear a crown of thorns, and was hung on a cross with nails through his hands. He was buried in a nearby cave which was sealed off by a large boulder.”

St. Peter smiles broadly with delight.  Then the fool continues, “Every year the boulder is moved aside so that Jesus can come out…and, if he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter.”

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A man was blissfully driving along the highway, when he saw the Easter Bunny hopping across the middle of the road. He swerved to avoid hitting the Bunny, but unfortunately the rabbit jumped in front of his car and was hit. The basket of eggs went flying all over the place.

The driver, being a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulled over to the side of the road, and got out to see what had become of the Bunny carrying the basket. Much to his dismay, the colorful Bunny was dead. The driver felt guilty and began to cry.

A woman driving down the same highway saw the man crying on the side of the road and pulled over. She stepped out of her car and asked the man what was wrong.

“I feel terrible,” he explained, “I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny and killed it. What should I do?”

The woman told the man not to worry. She knew exactly what to do. She went to her car trunk, and pulled out a spray can. She walked over to the limp, dead Bunny, and sprayed the entire contents of the can onto the little furry animal. Miraculously the Easter Bunny came to back life, jumped up, picked up the spilled eggs and candy, waved its paw at the two humans and

hopped on down the road. 50 yards away the Easter Bunny stopped, turned around, waved and hopped on down the road another 50 yards, turned,  waved, hopped  another 50 yards and waved again!

The man was astonished. He said to the woman, “What in heaven’s name is in your spray can?” The woman turned the can around so that the man could read the label.  It said:

“Hair spray. Restores life to dead hair. Adds permanent wave.”

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Happy Easter!

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