Eggs And Mass

Why is it called Easter and not Southwester?

Anyway, all I think about on Easter Sunday is how they used to unfold in a dull way all those years ago.

Eggs and Mass.

I just noticed in this famous advert that they’ve clearly redubbed the name George for no apparent reason. And seriously, why isn’t the boulder at the end a giant Chocolate Orange?

Turns out they channelled this trope for a later advert that lacks any charm whatsoever, and sort of misses the point a bit. Why is her hidden stash outdoors in a jungle?

Then there’s this one, which seems to suggest that Creme Eggs are squeezed out of the anus of a delusional rabbit.

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