Thursday, December 6, 2007

AN ODE' TO THE DEVILED EGG

Oh deviled egg how I love you so. All nicely prepared and waiting patiently for me to arrive. You know I'll come right over to you, don't you? Well?
My missions to eat yoooou...
My aim is to eat yooooou...
I'm going to love yoooou...
Oooooh ooo ooo...
I'm going to put yooou...
Inside of a dinner roll....
I'm going to eat yooou...
Oooooh ooo ooo...
How do you feel eggy?
Is it good for you baby?
Do you want me to eat you eggy?
Do you feel like you love?

Ahhhh ah ah

I don't know what the heck I'm doing over here.


9 comments:

Manny said...

We have names!!!

Why didn't you tell me? I didn't even think to look over there. Jeez, I am a bad blogger.

tsduff said...

Shove those hard boiled deviled eggs over here... I feel the love.

Crabby said...

I know what you're doing....you're schmoozing Bob so he'll make more deviled eggs and bring them on Christmas. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha!

This is a regular thing during our holidays. Bob must make his deviled eggs for Manny and Squirrel. Especially Manny cause she'd cry. LOL!

Crabby said...

PS. I had an accident tonight with the Christmas star.

lime said...

i'm so glad someone pointed out the names.

deviled eggs make really fine projectiles ya know?

GAB said...

Those look good let me have some.

barman said...

Lime, I bet ... I just bet that if one of those deviled eggs splat on the wall it may stick for a little while before sliding down. That would be fun.

Crabby I have one little problem. First I saw those names and wondered what they were. Silly me, I should have looked closer. But here is the problem. Did I miss something. WHERE IS YOUR JACKASSERY NAME?

Oh and by the way, I love deviled eggs. Yumm. Apparently we are doing a pot luck at work for Christmas this year. I just might need to give those a shot.

I wonder if you need to use a large spoon if you want to fling one of those suckers???

SignGurl said...

Stand clear of Manny! Those eggs are going to make you fart!

Crabby said...

Sign, Jake fed one of those eggs to Lucy and I can tell you for a fact, deviled egg, dog farts are worse than being a guest at that summer camp where Jason walks around wearin' a stupid mask and stabbing everyone while they're having sex. You chance of survival is better with Jason.