I played the part of Jesus in a school play to an audience of an old folk's home: Deal with it. So Easter ranks up there pretty high for me thanks to repeated brainwashing and early indoctrination. Here we're drinking sweet tea, BBQ'n meats, and OH, the cakes, cakes, CAKES! just like every other Sunday, but with 100% more egg hunt for the children. No, not mine, just the strays we pick up off the street. What's your plans, gents?