In a rare explosion of human contact which lasted about 3 minutes, I received this as an Easter present from a fellow inmate 🙂
Which created an opportunity for some philosophical inquiries. I do have a bit of time on my hands you know.
Did the Easter Bunny hear me saying please please, I need a bar? It’s been tooooo loooong!! Here you go daughter, you’ve been so good. And while I’m at it, have a date too.
Does anyone even remember what these words could mean in our previous life? Around 100 BC*? Will all the bars I see in the near future be small and yellow and easily fit in my pocket?
More importantly, are you getting any bars behind your respective bars?