25. Begone will you.
Lightly beat together the eggs.
I
have to show this off.
Not
this.
THIS!

This is my birthday present, hand-delivered to my
doorstep into my house. Afterwhich the artist/delivery girl
plonked herself nicely in front of the mahjong table and then spent a good 30 minutes warming the seat of my toilet bowl, too.
That, and a perfect blogskin.
Thank you Nart fart.
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