The yolk’s on him. The mother hid the eggs.
Ha! I thought the same thing, then had to laugh at myself when I realized I had taken the pad and pen for granted! I guess the yolks on us! LOL!
Don’t forget the glasses you’d think he’d wear contacts. The tissues could be stabbed at with a forked tongue, the same way my cousin goes after cherry tomatoes in his salad.
For an eggsplanation of his depression, he thought he was hardboiled but he’s just cracked.
Tissues, pens, Kleenex…they are abs solutely talented….
What is the meaning of this?
think you got it rough? try taking notes. you must shed these thoughts, come out of your grass and scale the heights.
that’s reverse psychology (at least, a different perspective of empty nest syndrome)