Easter wouldn't be Easter unless there was some death involved, a great big discussion along the lines of: "What the hell has that chocolate bunny got to do with Pontious Pilate?" and using the breaking of bread as an excuse to get good and drunk!
This weekend I was sat in a pub in Groningen, which is in the North of the Netherlands or the slightly less Netherpart of Lands. Whatever.
I was sitting in the bar drinking a soda water (or beer... whichever you wish to believe) and this tiny little Irish guy got up and told us a joke. I thought it would be very Easterly of me to share it with y's all:
An elderly American (although to be quite frank...or Bill... or whatever... they could just as well have been Australian or Canadian for all it's got to do with the joke) couple go to Jerusalem on a holiday.
A note of interest. At this point in the wee Irish man's joke I asked if they were Jewish. He said it didn't matter, but I just wanted to make sure... details can be everything.
Anyway, on holiday, the elderly woman has a heart attack and snuffs it. She passed away. She was no more. She was polly-gonned.
So the elderly man went to the undertaker and talked about the options. Well, there were two. Either he paid 5.000 dollars (See, how the couple obviously weren't from England? How clever is that then? Applause is welcome. Thanks) to have the remains shipped back to America or he could pay 150 dollars to have her remains buried in the local cemetery.
Well, the old man sat down and gave it some thought. Eventually he tells the undertaker: "You know. I'll take her remains back to the US. I'll pay the 5.000 dollars."
The undertake was surprised: "But sir, it's so much cheaper to have her buried here!"
The old man nodded in agreement and explained: "It's like this sir, a long time ago a man was buried in this very town and three days later he resurrected... I'm not taking that chance!"
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Happy Easter.
Originally posted by shavixmirRecommended.
Easter wouldn't be Easter unless there was some death involved, a great big discussion along the lines of: "What the hell has that chocolate bunny got to do with Pontious Pilate?" and using the breaking of bread as an excuse to get good and drunk!
This weekend I was sat in a pub in Groningen, which is in the North of the Netherlands or the slightly less ...[text shortened]... resurrected... I'm not taking that chance!"
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Happy Easter.
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Originally posted by shavixmirI always heard that joke as a mother-in-law joke, but each to their own.
Easter wouldn't be Easter unless there was some death involved, a great big discussion along the lines of: "What the hell has that chocolate bunny got to do with Pontious Pilate?" and using the breaking of bread as an excuse to get good and drunk!
This weekend I was sat in a pub in Groningen, which is in the North of the Netherlands or the slightly less ...[text shortened]... resurrected... I'm not taking that chance!"
🙂
Happy Easter.
Originally posted by shavixmirThis was a great post. Funny as hell too.
Easter wouldn't be Easter unless there was some death involved, a great big discussion along the lines of: "What the hell has that chocolate bunny got to do with Pontious Pilate?" and using the breaking of bread as an excuse to get good and drunk!
This weekend I was sat in a pub in Groningen, which is in the North of the Netherlands or the slightly less ...[text shortened]... resurrected... I'm not taking that chance!"
🙂
Happy Easter.