Hohn hohn hohn*. I am zee egg straight from zee chicken’s butt! Hohn hohn hohn my feather mustache is sexy, no? You want to kees me, yes? Do not fight the force of my chicken-y allure. Be alive, my love! Meleesa is iin the past; the future belongs to us!
UPDATE! This egg is now chocolate chip cookies.
* it’s a french laugh. you know the one. the french kind.
I knew that egg was a ‘ho. “In the past”, eh? Hope you enjoy life as an omelet, buddy. Kiss that!
(those aren’t butt feathers. they are chest feathers. some of them pull feathers to…how do you say…”feather the nest” before they lay. Considering they lay one a daiy, we’ve got some seriously bald bosoms around here…)