The Incredible Edible Egg

The title is a little misleading: I did not eat the egg.

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