On Saturday night, All-Spark and I were minding our own business whilst walking to a bar. We were eating some sammiches and having a giggle when out of nowhere we were attacked by an egg, being thrown out of a passing car. Thankfully, it missed us both... but what the fuck?
What kind of moron thinks a good night out consists of driving around town pelting eggs and hapless sammich eating strangers?
Normally, this kind of thing doesn't really bother me. All-Spark was still in hysterics about it over coffee on Sunday afternoon which I suppose is the appropriate response to such a random act, but I can't help but take this attack a bit personally.
cmx
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