2 thoughts on “On Being A Chicken Abortionist”

  1. On the other hand, there’s the old saying in management seminars about dedication to a project: in a ham and eggs breakfast, the chicken was “involved,” but the hog was committed.

    No, the hog is dead, cooked, and about to be eaten. Is that what management wants from us? No thanks. Do the boneheads who think of these silly management seminars ever think about the stupid things they’re saying?

  2. My childhood “Ah-ha!” moment with respect to eggs came when someone at the breakfast table, I think my father, cut into a yolk and it bled. Ugh. (He ate it anyway.)

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