The egg I dropped into the frying pan this morning assumed the perfect shape of a STEALTH bomber.
It tasted fine, though.
Monday, September 26, 2005
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7 comments:
Wow. If it had tasted like the move Stealth it might have killed.
Yes. I've seen Stealth.
God, I wish MST was still around. Perfect movie for MST.
I too wish MST were still around, just on general principles.
As far as the eggs go, I say in my best Homer Simpson voice, "Mmmm... stealth eggs."
It's like seeing the face of the Virgin Mary in a grilled cheese sandwich. Only more Republican.
Lol, well I didn't ASK for a STEALTH bomber!
Not to get to deep, but you're right, these eggs look awfully Rorschach to me, too. Have you been privately harboring notions that involve a) wanting to harm someone you don't like very much--but only at a distance--or--b) running off and fulfilling a long-suppressed desire to join the military? Sounds to me like you should be contemplating a career change pretty soon. Who would have thought? This unassuming skillet might become your newest inkblot.
Hey, I'll be at the Grove Friday night and all day Saturday. I'll look for you.
I like to fly my eggs secretly over Cambodia whilst maintaining plausable deniability.
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