Me: “The real Easter miracle this year? My neighbor found the last egg today by our fence. One more day and it would have hatched a basilisk.”
Drew: “Wait…don’t you cook those eggs?”
Me: “Yeah, why?”
Drew: “Well, if it’s been cooked, it can’t hatch.”
Me: “To be clear…you’re saying the reason why I can’t hatch a mythical, giant snake out of a chicken egg…is because I hard-boiled it, first…”
Drew: “I’d like to remind you that, according to you…the egg in question was hidden by a giant, magical rabbit.”
Me: “Touche.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
You have a male friend who listens to your stories about Easter eggs.
Score.
And now I can’t stop thinking of Jake Gyllenhaal because Donnie Darko/big magical rabbits and also because I’m always thinking about Jake Gyllenhaal.
I was going to say…you’re a heterosexual female and BREATHING. 🙂
Sadly, a good number of my friends are heterosexual males who put up with my crap. It’s probably my liberal use of profanity and the fact that I tell them the truth that, “Yes…it matters.”
yes. breathing.
heavily.
if i had a penis, i would totally put up with your crap.
That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. 🙂
Wait – Why are you saying touche? doesn’t Drew’s point about the magical rabbit merely reinforce your own about the basilisk?
Wait…hang on. You might be right. I’m going to consult my unicorn-lawyer. 🙂
And… there’s that rabbit photo again. Second day straight. You’re staring to imbalance me. By the way, as Fay says above, Donnie Darko rules. Giant time-travelling teenaged hole-in-eye rabbit. That’s what Easter is all about.
Bad time to mention that I’ve never seen Donnie Darko?
Yeah…I thought so… *sigh*
I. Don’t. Understand. What. You. Just. Said.
Fix this.
We’re breaking up, aren’t we. You want me to go full-tilt? I’ve also never seen The Godfather.
This is okay. The Godfather is an old movie about old people who shoot each other and cut off horse’s heads.
Donnie Darko is about the bunny. Nuff said.
I’m willing to give you another chance.
Trent is more forgiving than I am. I don’t think I can get past the Donnie Darko thing. Please remove me from speed dial until you’ve seen it.
Oy vey. Guess I know what I’m doing this weekend.