We all like holidays. They give us time off and a chance to recuperate. Sometimes we even get stuff during them, even if the presents are lame (seriously, argyle socks?). There are even a fair amount of people out there like to celebrate a fictitious holiday called “Christmas in July.”
Screw that noise.
In honor of a recent archaeological discovery, I’m declaring this month to be “Easter at the end of June.” Why? Five words and a number: 3,000-year-old rotten easter eggs.