dear sunday,
where did you go????
crap,
cp
dear exploding egg,
what the...? that was awesome. especially how, when asked, the waiter decided to explain how they'd boiled you...in water...that had to boil...and it took awhile...and then how you exploded when the lady at the neighboring table, having waited her entire meal, broke into her hardboiled EXPLODING egg. no LIE man, you went all over AT's jeans. suh-weet.
i'd like to see that again,
c
dear AT,
i think you can post comments now. also, i hope you don't smell like exploded egg.
ckp
ooooh and shiver me timbers a special bonus letter!!!
dear would-be commenters- ya'll dont be shy either. holler.
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Did you lose your Sunday? Mine has been taken over by Christmas making. And wine. And L&O. It totally works.
Now that you gave me the ability to comment I feel pressure to have something witty to say... but nope, I got nothing :-)
Question:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Answer:
To avoid her exploding egg.
Take home lessons:
Always crack a freshly cooked egg on the side away from you; or, you know a true friend is one who will crack your egg for you. I'm sure there are other lessons.
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