Breakfast



Remember that time you woke up, filled with hope of a new day, whistling πŸ˜™, singing with Morning Birds πŸŽΆ
You walked to the kitchen, you turned on the stove, put the pan on and covered it with oil... it was breakfast time πŸ³
You went to your egg trayπŸ₯š and reached for 2 baby chickens πŸ“ ready to commit murder...
You broke the first egg, the chick πŸ£ screamed begging you for mercy, but the screams were music to your ears πŸŽΆ πŸ‘‚πŸΎ
You went for the second one, stomach rumbling with joy, ready to perish it’s hunger. πŸ˜‹
You swung your spoon πŸ₯„ as hard and as gentle as you could, so you could break the the young chicken’s haven but not cause a mess all over the place...
To your surprise and anger, πŸ˜±πŸ˜‘
The second egg was rotten πŸ˜­
So you threw those two eggs down the drain and committed two more murders so you could have your lovely breakfast πŸ³ and go on with your day πŸ˜Ž
Well,
That’s your Ex, a Rotten egg πŸ₯š during Breakfast...
Don’t mourn the bastard πŸ˜«
Actually NO,
No name calling...
Just move on in peace πŸ˜‡
Go on with the rest of your Life,
Don’t let a rotten egg ruin your Life...
✌🏾
#Mzukhology

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