It was a long road, but I ended up coming out a head.
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says... "Well, I guess we finally answered THAT question!"
Because the snowblower is coming.
Asking for a friend.
Because we're pry mates.
They end up in a custardy battle.
No one knows - every time they pick one up, they end up giving it away.
One is pale, bitter and starts off with lots of head and the other one is a beer.
You hang around. I'll go on a head.
Because I wore the wrong pair of socks this morning.
Maddie McCan
