Who remembers going on Easter egg hunts when they were little kids? I remember going on a few. The one that I will always remember is the one when I first started school, and the high school had an Easter egg hunt on the hill beside the baseball field. Now the hill is tall with pine trees, but back then they were small, and the adults were able to hide the eggs for us little ones to find easier. If I remember right, I did find a few of those eggs, but even now I still remember that hunt: 1970.
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Easter baskets
Who remembers way back when on Easter morning going throughout the house hunting for a basket full of all sorts of treats. My childhood Easter baskets were full of foiled eggs and jellybeans alongside a chocolate bunny and a white chocolate cross. There was also assorted candies as well as hard-boiled colored eggs. Well, here is another memory. Who remembers dying those Easter eggs the night before or even a few days earlier? There was a brand called Paas that does still exist today. I remember seeing the tablets dissolve and couldn't wait to dunk an egg or two, and usually getting my fingers dyed too.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Critique
Who Is Clavicular? The Looksmaxxing Streamer Who Ran Over A Stalker In His Cybertruck
What is so damaging to this current culture is the ant-intellectualism which pervades nearly every element of it. Clavicular, real name, Braden Peters equivocates physical form with getting women, making money, and overall being a strong “man.”
By Skyler Saunders20 days ago in Critique
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
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My mother always had chickens in the yard. I ate too many, and I make ko, ko, ko now.
Lovely♦️♦️♦️I remember oh so well like it was last year