Okay. So I recognize that in the light of everything going on, this is a very trivial question, but it rocked my world today. I was trying to tell Rob this convoluted story about Norwescon and Easter. During the course of which, I said, “And I got to tell one of my favorite bad jokes. ‘Why does the Easter Bunny hide his eggs?'”
“Is the Easter Bunny a boy?”
I stared at him goggle-eyed. “Peter Cottontail?”
He shrugged and shook his head. At this point the joke was totally blown. We spent the next five minutes with me trying to supply evidence that the Easter Bunny is, in fact, male. He insists that he always thought the Bunny was girl.
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The first dirty joike my Mom ever told me was: Why can’t the Easter Bunny make love?
Answer: Cottonballls
So I voting for the EB is a boy
Kathy
We don’t actually have the Easter Bunny over here, but I have always assumed the Easter Bunny was male.
I have no idea why. Presumably institutionalise maleism.
We have an Easter Bunny, and it’s a “he” as far as I’m concerned. Mind you, I suspect it’s because it’s “Le Lapin de Pâques” (yep, “rabbit” is a masculine word by default) and not “La Lapine de Pâques).
But — you have to tell us the joke, now! Please?
The joke is not work or parent safe.
Why does the Easter Bunny hide his eggs?
He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s been f**king a chicken.