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.