The mighty egg rest peacefully next to the unpredictable Spam. We see the easy-going waffle on the edge of the plate laughing uncontrollably at the rediculessness of life. Lets not forget the toast, crying in desperation, lonely, ignored, unloved. The lowly cottage cheese, wondering, “Why am I here”. And yet the humble eggs cooked with his sunny side up brightens the room and inspires the rest to ignore the futility of life and keep going.
Lame or brilliant, lol, ?