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I remember when I was a kid, we didn't celebrate Easter much. I guess that makes sense. It's not really a celebratory kind of holiday. My mom would always be somber and tell us that we should be the same. Sometimes I was jealous because some of the other kids got to go hang out on the beach all week, but whatever. I can see her point now that I'm grown.

What do you guys think is worse? To be unprepared, or to give up some of your freedom? Even if it's just...metaphorical freedom.

In other news, what the fuck, seriously. Seriously, what the fuck.