Everytime Easter rolls around, it makes me recall something that occured to me at work back about 1994. We had a mail delivery driver (courier) in our division, he was in his early '60's and was known to drink breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the same day. Therefore he usually looked like he had slept off a drunk the night before.
That Monday morning after Easter Sunday, I saw him at work, he was unshaven, clothing badly wrinkled as though he had slept in them, and he could barely function doing his job. I asked him, "Hey Ken, what did the Easter bunny bring you this year"....
His reply: "A HANGOVER...."
Not surprising, really. My boss used to joke that old Ken had two working speeds: SLOW, and SLOWER.