Don’t cry over... cracked eggs?

My Dad does that all the time. Onetime I was terribly sick and could not collect eggs. My Dad got them... And put them in his jacket pocket then leaned over something like the truck. He walks in the house and all you here is: "Dang!" :lol:

Surprisingly it has happened to me... But in jeans. -_- (Don't ask me why I use my jean pockets. But it works at times when your in a real rush). :p
 

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