Monday night, we all sat down for dinner. Emmit ate and got up to go do something. I told him to come back to the table. When he sat down, we heard a loud CRUNCH!
I said, "OMG! What was that?"
Emmit says, very nonchalantly, "Oh, that was the egg in my pocket", and pulls a crushed, dripping egg out of his pants!
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