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Easter is chock full of traditions: Easter eggs, your finest suit, a big ham, Church, rebirth. I have a yearly tradition of my own. I get dressed in my finest rags, sneak into the local church, and down all their communion wine. Here's a funny joke for you: if that's the blood of Christ, he must have been wasted, am I right? I like to think that God made me in His image — a raging alcoholic.