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In France, They Call the Easter Bunny Pierre Le Bunnee. . .

The rest of the year they call him a tasty dish served with tiny onions sauteed in an enticing sherry sauce. - Gibson Greetings, Inc.

I don't really celebrate Easter. . .Hell, I don't even know what it means. But I prayed for you. I prayed for both of you. And when I say, "I prayed for you," I mean that I had a kick-ass pork tenderloin topped with a red wine veal-stock reduction, sweet potato casserole and asparagus dinner.

Ooh, and peeps and chocolate bunnies and jelly beans.