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I knew a man who looked like an egg. His shoulders, they did this odd thing where they drooped. He was a rather droopy man. His shoulders sort of melted into his body like those eyeballs in “Raiders of the Lost Ark” sliding slickly down into a congealed mess. It was worse after he shaved his beard. There was this flabby bit of skin that the beard had previously concealed. It connected his chin to his chest, smudging his entire body into this perfectly oval shape that rested upon chicken legs. You know that question that overused “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” question? I think I found the Queen Mother of them both.
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
The Man Who Looked Like an Egg
I knew a man who looked like an egg. His shoulders, they did this odd thing where they drooped. He was a rather droopy man. His shoulders sort of melted into his body like those eyeballs in “Raiders of the Lost Ark” sliding slickly down into a congealed mess. It was worse after he shaved his beard. There was this flabby bit of skin that the beard had previously concealed. It connected his chin to his chest, smudging his entire body into this perfectly oval shape that rested upon chicken legs. You know that question that overused “What came first, the chicken or the egg?” question? I think I found the Queen Mother of them both.
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Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
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