More daft silly questions

[manor]

Originally Posted by Nutty_ZA

Which leads to an even bigger question...
If Pigs weren't around during the age of Dinosaurs, what did they make Bacon out of to go with the eggs?

Very true - so no bacon, you would have to have boiled eggs and solders – the size of that egg cup

[TheGuru]

Originally Posted by manor

Very true - so no bacon, you would have to have boiled eggs and solders – the size of that egg cup

I wonder how long it would take to boil an egg that big

[InLove]

How big would the soldiers have to be??

[TheGuru]

And a massive spoon

You would end up egg bound

[InLove]

Originally Posted by manor

Very true - so no bacon, you would have to have boiled eggs and solders – the size of that egg cup

I had boiled egg and soldiers this morning and started laughing because I thought of this post. My partner thinks I'm mad because I was laughing for no reason whilst eating breakfast

[TheGuru]

Originally Posted by InLove

I had boiled egg and soldiers this morning and started laughing because I thought of this post. My partner thinks I'm mad because I was laughing for no reason whilst eating breakfast

Thats funny

Im glad we made you smile

[InLove]

Got sent this by e-mail at work. Does anyone have any idea what this could be?

I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful

[surkdidat]

Originally Posted by InLove

Got sent this by e-mail at work. Does anyone have any idea what this could be?

I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful

Its from a poem called 'Mirror' by Sylvia Plath

Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

[InLove]

Thanks