Blinky meets Mr. Fly – When eggs collide

When I took the picture of breakfast that morning, I only saw a Pacman ghost.

But really, the eyes are much more fly-like. Big bug eyes, staring back at you from the oiled pan, daring you to eat it….with hot sauce. Yum. :P

Waka, waka, waka, bzzzzzz, smack! It’s probably quite disgusting that I pictured egg yolk busting, then started singing “Squishing up my baby bumblebee, won’t my mama be so proud of me….”

Yeah, I thought so. Sorry.

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