Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Breakfast Special

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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know this guy!

Old Ollie