My ex-girlfriend used to have a down and out (at the time) guitarist friend of ours living on her couch.
All this cat would buy from the grocery store was eggs and bread.
On nights neither of us had a gig we would usually have a little smoke, which would inevitably lead to our guitarist friend going to the kitchen to cook his eggs and toast.
My crazy-azz ex would burst out with(To the tune of Metallica's "Enter Sandman)"Eggs at night! Boiled or fried! Take this pan! Off to egg and butter land!"
All this cat would buy from the grocery store was eggs and bread.
On nights neither of us had a gig we would usually have a little smoke, which would inevitably lead to our guitarist friend going to the kitchen to cook his eggs and toast.
My crazy-azz ex would burst out with(To the tune of Metallica's "Enter Sandman)"Eggs at night! Boiled or fried! Take this pan! Off to egg and butter land!"