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You know you're an adult when you start buying organic eggs and feeling like you're making a huge life decision at the grocery store. Suddenly, you're standing there thinking, "Do I want the chicken that ran free-range or the one that had a personal spa treatment?
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Chickens are the original alarm clocks. Forget setting an alarm on your phone; just have a rooster living nearby. They don't care if it's your day off or a holiday; they're dedicated to their job, making sure the whole neighborhood knows it's morning.
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It's funny how eggs bring out the philosopher in all of us. "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" Suddenly, you're having an existential crisis at breakfast, contemplating the origins of the universe.
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I was trying to explain the concept of "free-range chickens" to my grandma. She was like, "Back in my day, every chicken was a free-range chicken. They were the original influencers, roaming around like they owned the place, clucking away.
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Eggs are like undercover artists. On the outside, they're like, "Just a plain white shell," but crack them open, and it's a canvas of possibilities. Omelets, scrambled, sunny-side-up – that's an egg's masterpiece!
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Have you noticed that cooking eggs is like a test of patience? You start with this fragile thing that needs just the right amount of heat and attention. It's like playing a mini-game in the kitchen, hoping to achieve the perfect balance between runny and rubbery.
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You ever stop and think about the egg? It's like nature's perfect mystery box. What's inside? Oh, just the potential for breakfast, lunch, or even a cake! It's the only thing where the answer to "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" is just, "Yes.
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I find it amusing that we use the phrase "walking on eggshells" to describe being cautious. Have you ever tried it? It's like doing a delicate ballet performance in the kitchen, trying not to wake up the entire household. It's an Olympic-level skill.
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Have you seen how chickens just strut around like they're the landlords of the farm? They're like, "This is my coop, my food, my eggs. Just so we're clear, humans, you're just here to assist.
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