You’re fearsome

I have seen you eat eggs, and it’s a fearsome sight.
If I was an egg, and you looked in the window, I would start to cry. I wouldn’t have any legs, so I’d just rock back and forth, thin tears tracing down the hard shell of my face.
Now maybe you’d surprise me and not eat me. Maybe you’d wipe off my shell and make me your pet.
But still, if you ever ate eggs in front of me, with a fork or something, that would gross me out. And I’d be like: “Dude, don’t eat eggs in front of your egg pet.”
And you’d say: “Don’t worry, I only eat dead eggs.”
Like that made it OK.

3 thoughts on “You’re fearsome”

  1. Here’s one from back in May of ’04:
    “Bacon
    My son wants
    bacon made out of coffee
    for me and
    bacon made out of orange juice
    for him.
    Leave those pigs alone!
    But keep the bacon coming.”
    And the mildly odd thing: these both actually involved the little man — he’s the one who suggested the egg pet scenario in yesterday’s bit. And then there’s Morning Lion. So why is he so closely tied to breakfast foods?

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