Jump to Conclusions
by Scott Hardie on March 15, 2008
Walking through the store tonight, I came across this product...
...and upon seeing the little girl thinking of all the things she could do with her toy egg, I thought, BACK UP IN YO ASS WITH THE RESURREC-SHUN!
Six Replies to Jump to Conclusions
Amy Austin | March 15, 2008
Yes, this is horrible, this idea.
Allison Bair | March 16, 2008
I can't figure out what the eggs do from looking at the picture, but that might be the weirdest product I've ever seen that isn't a joke. Are there just crosses inside, or little resurrected toys (and if so, were they supposed to be dead little toys first)?
Jackie Mason | March 16, 2008
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Kelly Lee | March 17, 2008
I think that's it's more of a ploy to make people remember that Easter is supposed to be about Jesus being resurrected, and not about , a pre existing pagan holiday which we do celebrate without really knowing that we do it.
Namely, Eostre text
But that's nothing new, really.
Jackie Mason | March 21, 2008
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