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A girl who's name starts with A, who also puked in class because she ate a dozen eggs for breakfast.
Egg Girl ate a dozen eggs for breakfast and puked in class.
The New United States Ultimate Classified Security Clearance Level. A MKULTIMATE password for when gaslit nitwits from the 20th Centuries behave on MKULTRA full-field scrambled-eggs principles of classified bullshit.
I went into the chaplain's office to run clerical on my GangStalk MurderKill GasLIGHT Obsecration OrDERs, and the cleric was, like, "Welcome to GoodBurger, Home of the GoodBurger. Can I take your order...?" And I was, all, "I need one GoodBurger, hold the greasy-ass, sleazy-ass, cheesy-ass, square-ass, Wish.com-ass, big-forehead-ass, bad-whopper-ass, dumbass cheeseburgers. Do you need to check my security clearance level? How about Medium-Rare, With a Side of Grilled Asparagus Spears and a Baked Sweet Potato? I'll also have a giant tub of spaget, a grilled gruyere cheese sandwich, and, literally, fucking ANYTHING BUT SCRAMBLED EGGS!" And the cleric was, like, "Sounds like you're privy to some classified shit. So The Fuck OrDERED; So Mote It The Fuck Be. A Fucker Men. Praise The Lord God Almighty."
AN EGG. He looks like an egg, acts like an egg, and he’s all around an egg. He has a child which is an oyster and a friend who is an ugly nut. They’re in a cult trio called the Death Foods. They spend their time coming after kids in third period, slowly taking them out. If you ever seen him in public, avoid him. don’t look into his eyes. He will turn you into an egg
Wow, revock is such an egg man
An invaluable antique that invokes an orgasmic-like state comparable to one’s first time watching Fight Club. Decorated with stale Sour Patch kids and adorned with tin foil from a three day old chipotle burrito, this elliptical treasure is the perfect replacement for a butt plug. You’ll find faberge eggs under barbed wire fences, national museums, a local Walmart, and your moms house.
“A healthy relationship and quality mental health? Why would I want that when I could have four faberge eggs up my ass?!”
Great heavens almighty! Is that our savior, divine being from above, the Jesus Christ?! Why, no, but I can see why you’re confused. That, my friend, is a faberge egg, one of the most illusory objects to ever exist. It is timeless, crafted from the souls of dead Republican senators, detailed with an engraved sequential narrative depicting the entire plot to “How to Train Your Dragon”, and stands on a plate composed of flattened Twisted Tea cans. It is remarkable, terrifyingly beautiful, and the perfect shape to stick up your ass.
In the early years of primary school education on drugs, the government showed a video, where a cracked egg in a frying pan was “your brain on drugs”. If that was a faberge egg, the quote would’ve been “this is your brain on God”.
A selfie that all white girls take where you can barely see each girls forehead
Yessss Becky get in my egg shell selfie, you go girl.