#2 eggs

[dabiconcordia]

"This recipe is certainly silly. It says to separate two eggs, but it doesn't say how far to separate them." - Gracie Allen, 57

[castironwaffleiron]

Hello, fellow waffle maker >:P

@wafflemaker-offical

hello there /ref

yo lowkey we should collect more waffle irons itd be ballin

[magrowette]

Today somebody tried to throw eggs at me.

In the middle of the street.

From an approximately 6th story balcony.

And I, obviously, spent like 15min figuring out from which window the eggs (2) were thrown based on their splat and how far I would be able to throw them and which balcony/window would throw it based on if they were open, half open or closed and how high they were and which one would have the highest chance of not encountering a stray branch from the trees directly in front of the apartment block.

Honestly kudos to the egg thrower, it was practically a perfect crime if not for the fact that he didn't hit me. He had a really shitty aim. The first time he threw the egg it landed like, 3m behind me, which I haven't noticed. Only when he threw the second one, that landed in front of me, did I start paying attention.

This whole thing felt like a glitch in the gamecode, like an enemy spawning in the green zone and getting deleted immediately after it hits the player/NPC.

So yeh, I hope I encounter you again, shitty egg thrower

[asensihoe]

i made brownies and didn't burn anything ayy

[ye-onge]

I need to fucking eat something i haven’t eaten in like 12+ hours then school and shit gets in the way so fuckinnng GREAT

[figureohnine]

6.25.26 | Wednesday

Food I made yesterday

[eggblackoutpoetry]

my crack team of internet addled 16-24 year olds have been working day and night to invent a belief system that is near identical to that of the average white father in the 1950s. No its ok we are using words that are newer and also dumber.

“egg egg”

[original post]

[eggblackoutpoetry]

Well now, I reckon folks don’t often ponder the art hid within what’s already made. Black-out poetry - that’s a fine example. It’s where you take a full page, words n’ all, then cover most of it up. What’s left? A whole new piece, crafted from what remains.

It’s kinda like takin’ old junk, reworkin’ it into a fresh contraption. One man’s tossed-away stuff turns into a marvel, with purpose the first fella never saw. Same with this poetry - a buried voice rises, formed from the refuse of somethin’ bigger.

It ain’t about addin’ more. It’s about cuttin’ out the excess, clearin’ clutter, so truth stands bare. There’s art in reduction - the real trick is knowin’ what to keep.

When I make somethin’, I don’t start from nothin’. I take steel, bolts, tools - all known stuff - and turn ‘em into a build that works. Black-out poetry? It’s a cousin to that sort of craft. Words twisted into a new shape, holdin’ fresh meanin’, while the rest fades.

All that effort, mind you, leads to a sort of rebirth - a new voice from old words. It's kinda like crackin' an egg.

well said

“egg egg”