My Christian friend gave me one of these ‘chococrosses’ for Easter. I suppose she’s trying to convert me from my wayward atheism back to the church through chocolate. Funny, I thought chocolate was the tool of Satan. It could have been a chocolate statue of Hitler and I’d have eaten it. As far as chocolate ingestion is concerned, I have no shame.
Still, I’d have much preferred one of these . . .
. . . that way I could have participated in the imaginary transubstantiation of the sweetly chocolate body of Christ. My Boy Lollipop.