Yesterday while cleaning out the icebox I found a carton of eggs had been neglected in my refrigerator. Once finished with my task of ridding the fridge of potential monsters I contemplated on what I should do with the eggs. I didn't want them in my trashcan because I hate eggs, I hate the smell, and I hate the runny yellow yolk, so I decided I would get revenge on the eggs and toss them over the fence one by one. I enjoyed the thought of reveling in the sound the eggs would make as they smack into the ground with a loud crack and slowly ooze out upon the earth. So I raised the first egg and brought it waaaaaayyyyy back poised to speedily catapult it to its death. Suddenly I stopped mid throw, looked at the egg and said " Target Practice!!". It turns out I liked the idea of shooting the eggs better than throwing them and so did my husband. The key to a satisfactory egg kill shot is that you have to make sure the egg yolk explodes!! I mean, that yolk has really gotta fly!! And in order to get the guts to blow like a firework on the Fourth of July you've got to shoot it right smack dab in the center. And I gotta say, blowing one dozen eggs to pieces is quite a satisfying stress relief exercise.
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