What Came First? The Chicken, The Egg, Or My Retarded Ass

True story.

Ok, so Im tired, really tired. Pulled an all-nighter studyin for a History test, did pretty good by the way. Anywho, heres the take-away, Im tired...

After my test, I decide to make breakfast. I was hungry, I wanted something relatively fast, and with very little effort to prepare. I figured hey, hard boiled eggs, you put em in water, give em a few, then your done, or so I thought.

A minute or so into to the egg heating process, I start hearing, and I shit you not, chirping noises coming from the pot with the eggs in it... I stopped for a second, taking into account that Im F'n tired and might be a little crazy. But no, there was definately chirping coming from my pot of eggs... wtf.

I tried to convince my tired mind that it was phyiscally impossible for a baby chic to be in one of my eggs that has been in the fridge for over a month... But I couldnt help but think I was witnessing a modern miracle of science. I was hatching an egg on my stove top!

I then decided that I Was crazy, and the chirping noises must be coming from outside, after further inspection, I realized yet again that the chirping noises were coming from inside the pot. Then I did the stupidest thing you could possibly do with near boiling water... Put the pot next to my ear to Listen for the chirping noises. Yeah, dumb idea. In the process of putting the pot of hot water to my head, I forgot to keep the damn thing level, and I ended up pouring hot water all over myself. What the F man... Anywho, that hurt, but all is well, it wasnt boiling yet.

So I set take the damn pot off the burner. I gave into my stupid/sensative side and decided to make scrambled eggs (in case there was a chickey inside, I didnt want to cook him or her alive). I cracked the eggs open carefully, and lo and behold, there was no chickey.

Note to self: When I am tired, I am F'n Retarded.