Grandfather Barkingturtle wrote:
It's not the eggs that were unexpected, it's the sheer volume of eggs, and they're everywhere. I find them under the deck, in the barn, under the truck. The other day I left the rear doors on the van open overnight, and there were eggs in the van. I have eggs for breakfast, egg sandwichs for lunch. I could make enough egg salad in a week to bathe in it.
Oh fUck it, there's no winning with you. I'm going to go hit a chicken with an axe. It'll be the chicken named Joph, and I'm going to make Flea watch.
So long as you don't try to fu
ck the one named Elderon.