Easter.
She wants pheasant with some sauce.
Give me a duck up a turkeys ***
Deepfried, preferably.
She tells the kids the Easter bunny sometimes has to borrow
Rudolph and the sleigh to make
Deliveries.
I tell them truth that bunny hops on his own hoofs until he passes hell out.  He might, I say might, catch a ride on a tortoise.
She swears the egg came first.
I ask her - out of who's ***?
She loves them marshmallow perv Peepy things.
Only chocolate and bud in my basket, thanks!
She is more I guess you could label it Protestant than me.
I'm more southern street baptist, the kind that preaches a lot but been in a real church just once.
Despite our differences and her wrong *** way at looking at things we in ******* love!!!
I ****** her like a bunny four times last night.
I passed out. She may have kept going.