Once I met a man whose brain was fried-out on drugs. So I asked him: "Whaddya got inside your skull? Sunny-side up, over easy, or maybe soft boiled with a runny yolk?"
He looked at me for a second, his eyes grew brighter: "Eggs on a shingle!"
We both laughed and became friends in an instant.
LIFE OF A POET - JOHN BUCHANAN
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