The annual Easter conversation:

"So, do you want an Easter basket?"

"Nah, I'm a manly man. Manly men don't need Easter baskets."

"Really? You don't even want a Cadburry egg or something?"

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"Well, maybe a box of four Cadburry eggs. But other than that, I'm good."

"Jellybeans?"

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"Okay, the eggs and some of those pastel speckled jelly beans, but that's all I want."

"Chocolate rabbit?"

"Yeaaaaaah. That Reeses one you got me last year kicked ass! But that's it. Some eggs, a little bag of jelly beans, a peanut butter chocolate bunny, but really, I don't need a basket."

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"Peeps?"

"OH THE PEEPMANITY!" (Adam-speak for "GOD YES GIMME GIMMEE NOWWWW!")

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. You don't have to get a basket. Just a Target bag will be fine."

"Manly men not needing the actual basket, just all the candy that comes in said basket?"

"Exactly. Unless, y'know, you find a pretty one."

"Manly men have been reading 'Martha Stewart Living' again, haven't they?"