Some random thoughts from breakfast this morning:
A one-egg omelet is a priest.
A two-egg omelet is a beast.
But I will be my silk pyjomelet
There’s no such thing as a three-egg omelet.
If you want to make an omelet, you have to break some legs.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The egg, of course. Lizards and newts and sturgeon and stegosauri all had eggs before there were any chickens.
Why do the put twelve eggs in a carton but only eight hot dog buns in a package?
