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Who Wants to Kill a Millionaire? by premiumsteve
You throw eggs at the stranger. Since you were mvp as a pitcher in Little League baseball, you can't miss. The eggs splat on the stranger's face, shoulder, and groin.

You feel proud of yourself as the stranger retreats to his car and drives away. But now there aren't any eggs for breakfast.
Is it time for breakfast yet or do you want more sleep?
Go back to bed. There's nothing to do on Sunday mornings.
End Of Story

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