This is just to say that I am sorry.
You deserved it...
but I am still sorry.
Actually, I take that back.
I am not even the tiniest bit sorry.
Have fun cleaning up the frozen yolk
and miniscule pieces of eggshell,
and know that every egg thrown was symbolic of my red hot anger.
Ya know what i AM sorry for?
That I ran out of eggs.
Response:
I had a feeling it was you.
I knew you would stoop to a new level of immaturity.
So as I stand her in sloppy puddles of yolk,
I just have one thing to say to you.
Revenge is sweet.
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