Fourteen dozen, ham toasted turkey sandwich-eggs were sitting an a paris bungalo villa on a Tuesday sunny morning. One of them was dying of liver syrrosis, and the others were not really very confused, but they were a tiny bit amused at hi impeding doom, while I'm sitting here more amused that there's an egg that will hatch into a sandwich. However, the vulture which only eats the variety of shrimp in summer is able to outlast the medical degree which only appears to be available to animals of varying levels of disgusting randomness. Therefore, the vulture is the doctor, and is operating on an egg, so that one day it can hatch into a sandwich of some sort. Or mayb ea croissant, because they look a little more like larvae. So anyway, the larvae pastry egg-salad delicious family was all gathered around the family morgue table, which we call a 'frying pan' whcih is strange because we don't fry sandwiches. I wouldn't know though, it could be a trend, or even the norm somewhere. Ant the vulture was attempthing to ooperate using nothing but his beak and a rusty pair fof forceps he found on a sidewalk in north-eastern california, while he was out flying during his uni days, where he'd wake up on a different sidewalk every morning and attempt to stretch out, only to realise he was about half a meter in size, and was comprised of mostly feathers and optimism. But, as everyone knows, optimism makes a good doctor, so there he was, his head half-stuck in a french egg.
But vultures are as vultures will, so he ate the innards of the egg, with it's pastry goodness with a little turkey in it and stuff, but I wouldn't know because it wasn't fully developed. And then he flew off, and did of cholesterol many, many years later, in a way most likely not related to that incident, but definately related to something.
Moral of the story, if someone asks for something random (and you know how to touch-type), just close your eyes and think of whatever the hell jumps into your fucked up mind. All humans have one, we just don't want to release it on the general public in order to conform to the social norms of our society. And Thank All Christ for that.
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Hopy shit what happened to Aqizzar?