Apr 01, 2010 21:36
This was far from Biff's favorite week of the year, and all of the promise of stale Peeps in the world weren't going to cheer him from his slump.
And eating matzo was enough to depress anyone, let alone someone who was there for Josh's last Passover.
So Biff sat on the sofa with his bitter herbs and a bottle of kosher wine and kept his own version of Passover. It couldn't be stranger than the one he'd celebrated a few millennia ago, after all...
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