Ladies and gentlemen, I am used to coming home stoned to a lot of things. Ram's heads, caymans, another damn antique flame-thrower. But tonight, as I came home stoned I discovered (upon reaching into my mini-European fridge en route to leftover enchiladas) an egg. And not just any egg, ladies and gentlemen, an OSTRICH egg. Yes, an ostrich egg.
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Weren't you there?? Maybe you were in NZ?
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