However, there are a number of things I could have done with this egg. I will group them by stereotypes.
If I was:
- An Emo
- I could write poetry about the egg and how it is like me: hard on the outside, and squshy and gross on the inside.
- I could draw a dead face on it and sqush the yolk all over the table like brains.
- A Redneck
- I could see how many bottle rockets I could strap to it and send it into orbit.
- Less concerned with legality
- I could throw it at someone's house
- I could throw it at someone's car
- I could throw it at someone
- Less concerned with being original
- I could eat it (and defy death while doing it)
- I could give it to someone else
- I could draw a face on it and take a picture of it
- I could paint on it and take a picture of it
- I could take a picture of it
But in reality, I was:
- Trying to carry it while riding a motorcycle home
- I could try to hold it while piloting the motorcycle through traffic until my left hand cramped and I accidentally squished it against the clutch lever. I could then spend half an hour after arriving home cleaning chicken egg off of the handlebars.
~TomBob