April
17th, 2006
You know,
the Italians
talk a good talk,
but – in Christian circles, at least – nobody
out-devouts the Filipinos.
Our friend Noel (the guy in the comic) assures us that, while
you'll never see crucifixions
in Manila, you can't pass through the rural areas this time
of year without hearing a cacophony of yelps and howls.
I would
like to be the man to introduce the chocolate bunny to that
culture. I'm not saying I'm right or they're wrong; I'm just
saying put down the flagellum for a second and snack
on a Mr.
Solid and then see if you still feel your back has
too much skin. Pretty good, right? That's the endorphins. Now
check this out: Mr. Solid is the most godforsaken, tooth-shattering
bunny in the history of seasonal confections. There's a reason
they don't call him Mr. Enjoyable. Just wait until you try a
Cadbury Easter Crème Egg. That shit will blow your mind,
I promise you.
No bunnies
for you, New Zealand. You know why.
Speaking
of resurrections, I finally managed to topple Jamie with last
week's Words
vs. Pictures. In the words of one reader: “Anyone
in advertising forfeits the right to begrudge others for wasting
time.” Zing! This week's topic: Breasts.
You either have them or want them, though for 10% it's both
or neither.
-Graham
