I have a horrid sensitivity to egg yolks. And I love eggs SO MUCH.
My neighbor used to keep a horse in Griffith Park and the place where she boarded had a chicken coop. She'd come over and say, "I have farm fresh eggs!"
And then I would sob. I mean, I'm glad to know what it was that was making me feel sick. But eggs? EGGS?
I need to go cry again.
well, that's certainly ... fluffy
My father grew up on a farm but my mother was a city girl. The first time he took her to meet his family she was horrified when one of the cousins got up before dawn, killed and cleaned a chicken, and fried it up for breakfast. I think the getting up before dawn horrified her more than anything else.
Why y'all gotta talk about eggs? You nasty.
I think this bird would make a great therapy chicken.
I feel therapized just looking at the picture.
Why y'all gotta talk about eggs? You nasty.
It's our only defense against The Links.
Don't click. It's NSFW. And perhaps disturbing. Okay, no perhaps, but power to the people!
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If anyone's interested in a tutorial for dressing as a vampire princess, here's one from a hilarious kid: [link]
It's kind of hard to be a scary vampire when you're missing your front teeth. Cute, yes - scary, NSM.
ack! Jilli! it's fake - so don't scream or faint or anything