Tomorrow is April 1st. I don’t “do” April Fool, I find that sort of thing boring and annoying. If you’re someone who thinks April Fool is all harharfunny, please, take it somewhere else, it will not be appreciated here. And if you’re one of those people who reads this and thinks it’s still okay to carry on, here’s a fuck you, you are outta here ahead of time. It’s just another day, and if you treat it that way, we’ll all have a fine one. As for Ēostre Day, have a good one, in any way you choose. Me, I’m going to continue to sleep in, I’m sure Ēostre won’t mind.
Thanks, and that goes for me too.
Behind you 100%. I hate wannabe clever April Fool jokes.
I concur, just another day.
Yep, it’s the same around here. I never did understand the humour of pranks. As for Easter, I prefer the day after when chocolate goes on sale.
Oh I dunno. Hundredth birthday of the RAF, ninety-sixth of the Royal Canadian Air Force, seventeenth anniversary of the Netherlands becoming the first country to legalise same-sex marriage. And it’s the International Edible Book Festival. Because that’s a thing.
Oh and it’s the start of National Pet Month here in the UK.
Might as well go on about every other fucking bloody day then. Every day is some effing thing or other, and new shit is made up all the time. In this particular instance, I have no use or patience for the standard April 1st crap. I would have thought that clear.
Apologies. I was responding to the text in the graphic, not to your rejection of the awful fools-day nonsense. ‘s also me birthday, so you can probably guess how much I’ve loathed the “Oh ha ha I’ve never heard that one before” “jokes” at my expense; though ’twas worse when I was a kid.
Ēostre is better than Xmas.
Xmas runs for months with the shitty music and tacky decorations everywhere.
Ēostre is over in a flash and then onto the cheap chocolate.
The only April fools jokes I have enjoyed have been intellectual ones, like the year the Guardian did a whole special on the Islands of San Serif and the advertisers went along with it right down to a Guinness advert for the version of the brew preferred by San Serifians, mostly cream foam with just an inch or so of black liquid topping.
There were people at my school and later in workplaces who did this whole routine on the first of every month to avert you doing it to them, which I never did as I’d no idea what they were talking about. It just seemed like an excuse to assault other peole for no bloody reason at all to me.