Wee Ickle Eggy

I'm a shit person, and as such always appear to avoid birthdays. This does not mean I have the traits of my uncle, and just don't bother, oh no!

I do remember, but always I have a clog of un-completed tasks in my way. However, I have finally clambered over the top of the mountain of tasks, and at last have managed to create this little beauty. This oeuf a la Matthew!

Matt can't crack an egg without smodging the yolk to death, voila, significance get!

Here it is, this free roaming egg yolk, all fleecy, floating about in this beautifully crafted polymer egg-white pocket! All made on my fine-ass new sewing machine, like a sex car but spews out lovely creations instead of smoggins'. Its about A1 size.

Sometimes I impress even myself. I thought it would go awry, but ho ho, it worked like a dreme! Or DREEEEEE-EEEA-EEAM if you will! Or dream, whatever.


So happy (extremely late) birthday young Matthew, here is one yolk you definately won't break, (or i kill you).




Pop it like its hot!