“I can’t think of any good yolks.”
“Dare to be eggtraordinary.”
Shell we dance?
Just eggnore him.
No time for eggsplanation.
“Eggspectation is the root of all heartegg“ – William Eggspeare
“Eggnite your passion”
An egg sitting all alone on a curb
“Hello, eggscuse me”
But it eggnored me.
Maybe it was terri-fried
or too egghausted
I guess I will never get
“Born to fry!”
“I just can’t eggsplain all that I’m feeling.
Eggnorance is not bliss!”
My poach told me that playing football is an eggcellent eggsxercise.
I guess he’s right, I’m all hard-boiled now.