There goes my breakfast. Along with this month's notebook.

This chain of events starts peacefully but gets disturbing quite fast. I feel sorry for the chicken.

Didn't have any fancy ice cube boxes so I kind of used this egg box. Hope you don't mind.

Every man's perfect breakfast in one simple package.

That's not a chicken. It's an egg... So it's a chicken with no bones. Dammit!

Here is a cake representing you, son. It's about 9 months before you were born.

It seems like they're brothers, for real. Maybe twins, I'm not sure.

Egg being awesome. Pick my friend, pick him, pick him!

This egg looks a lot just like this egg... I'm sure you can see the resemblance, haha.

I bet you weren't expecting some egg ladies, there you go! Hahaha.