[Davesprite can't help himself. He watches, horrified, as the new chick pecks its way out of the scratched-record egg. He has a sinking feeling--mother's intuition?--that he knows exactly how the little bastard is going to look.
Yup. The broken egg tips over and another awkward marshmallow puffball struggles out, chirping pitifully. This one's got his Stiller shades in miniature.]
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Yup. The broken egg tips over and another awkward marshmallow puffball struggles out, chirping pitifully. This one's got his Stiller shades in miniature.]
im joining a nunnery