So, true story... a Rabbi, a Priest, and an Environmentalist walked into a bar when they noticed that the pool table was missing. Said the Priest, "Damn, how am I supposed win my bets against the Rabbi." Said the Environmentalist, "Damn, im hungry! How am I supposed to enjoy a hamburger when I believe that the plight of animal cruelty is so.... CRUEL!" Said the Rabbi, "Dam.... it's... its what beavers make... dams.... yeah, with like twigs and branches and stuff.... they pat it down with their little flat tails.... yeah...."

And as the non-sense conversation of the three heroes progressed, they failed to notice the Rooster that was slowly simmering in the crockpot on the floor nearby. As the heat raged deep into the bones of the fowl, Cornelius (the name of the Rooster... well Cornelius Jumblesmith, married to the late Mrs. Yuddelsworth; who, by the way has three adopted children and one of her own), cursed the three men with the curse of the Unscrammble-able egg. Yes! from that day forward, none of the three men could ever enjoy the simple pleasures of a scrambled egg again!

True story



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-- Steve~o (^o^)