"I'm the most important person in the lives of almost everyone I know and a good number of the people I've never even met."
The italian nanny was attempting to answer the teachers latest question when the moroccan student interupted, shouting “Excuse me, What is an easter?”
it would seem that depsite having grown up in a muslim country, she would have heard it mentioned once or twice, but no. “I mean it,” She said. ” I have no idea what you people are talking about.”
The teacher called upon the rest of us to explain.
The poles led the charge to the best of their ability. It is,” said one, “a party for the little boy of god who call his self jesus and… oh shit.” She faltered and her fellow country man came to her aid.
He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two… morsels of… lumber.”
The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.
he die one day and then he go above of my head to live with your father.”
he weared of himself the long hair and after he die. the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples.”
he Nice the jesus.”
he make the good things, and on the easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today.