Sometimes I like them scrambled. Sometimes I like an omelet with just ham and cheese. Other times I like the works with jalepenos, mushrooms, chives, cheese, bacon and ham. Some people like theirs sunny side up and others like their eggs over easy. There are a few that liked theirs poached. And another group likes theirs just boiled with a dash of salt and pepper.
An egg is an egg right? Doesn't matter how you dress it up. Doesn't matter how you change it's texture. Doesn't matter who desires it. Doesn't matter if it's 2 days old or 2 minutes old. An egg is an egg. A chicken is a chicken. And a duck is unfortunately a duck. It doesn't matter if you dress a duck up in the best attire, send them to the finest schools and place them in the finest cars. It doesn't matter if you are the ugly duckling or the beautiful duck with that random green feather. It doesn't matter if it's one trying to cross the street with it's ducklings or one trying to grab the next piece of bread at the park. It doesn't matter if you have the luxury of flying south for the winter or if you've never left your state. A duck is a duck, and they all quack the same. For my slow readers... moral to the story is that females need to stop pointing at each other and talking about everyone else who may be obvious "ducks" for guys when you are simply a higher class duck who hasn't taken a deep look into the mirror. The same species, just a different breed. Face the reality check. Simply put... A duck is a duck and a pigeon is a pigeon. The world doesn't need for you to quack to know the difference.
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