My name is Egg. This is an eggblog.
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BYI: This is an eggblog. I will be posting about eggs and egg struggles. If you don't like that, block don't report.
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My name is Egg. This is an eggblog.
DNI: anti-eggs
PLS INT: eggs
BYI: This is an eggblog. I will be posting about eggs and egg struggles. If you don't like that, block don't report.
i think that some-times ya gotta accept that things are fleeting. relationships and memes and EGGS, APPARENTLY, who the FUCK ATE ALL OF MY EGGS
the first person to eat an egg was probably a fucking weirdo
but we've just been following in their footsteps ever since
eggpost update: they come with documentation now
I fought the chicken coop and today I won. The chicken RUN (ours is covered with clear PVC roofing for bio security and to protect the ladies from our redtail hawk friends) has still bested me because the roof has a leak from a downed tree branch and I can’t give the ladies fresh soil or peat moss until it won’t get leaked on. They did get the muddiest patches filled with the dirt their coop made over the winter (pdz + deep layer of bedding + chicken poop breaks down over the winter into smell-free, nutrient rich dirt, AND the decomp process keeps the coop warm). We are up to 2-5 eggs a day, which isn’t pre–egg strike numbers but is enough to feed our family and alternate giving my mom and grandparents a dozen, too.
Behold! Million dollar eggs!
why tf is chat yelling at puffy to run. it's lore