Thoroughly entertained by Hyperbole and a Half
Sandwiches almost always end in one of two ways.
“Imagine that you are five years old. You have just exploded
enthusiastically out of your house, expecting to find the Easter bunny,
which you are hoping to trap and keep as your chocolate-making slave.
Instead, you find your mom. There is no Easter bunny in sight even
though he is supposed to be there. Your mom is wearing rabbit ears.”
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