this one comes from the chairman's travels on the long island railroad.
is it tragedy?
or is it majesty?
apparently, he had a bag full of these things and he just kept on eating. this just reminds me of the creepy fat lady who ate eggs in a playpen in the john waters film pink flamingos (eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs). and you thought all he did was do musicals.
—the bastard
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He's the cool hand luke of the LIRR.
ain't nobody eatin' no fiftee two eggs
I'm not supposed to laugh out loud at work! Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs...funnier than the movie was Robbo's laughing in the theatre.
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