i am not eggagerating

It was Sunday night and we went for a late dinner at the SUB. When full fare and Pacific Rim were closed it seemed luck was against us, however we couldn't have been more wrong. I was thinking about miracles and miraculous events while I cracked my second egg. Little did I know my life would be different from that second on. Initially I was curious about the misshapen and slightly discolored yolk but had bigger things to deal with (eating Munchies). Soon enough the archaeologist in me cracked through the surface and demanded access to the egg for scientific study. Being stoned, I consented. Breaking through the white barrier of defense would have been tricky had it not been for the support of Matt, Charles and Seth. I had no idea what to expect- I had my heart set on a new color or solar system but the result was something none of us could have prepared for. Had they been allowed to develop instead of hard boiled I would have been face to face with 2 chickens. See, this was no ordinary egg- this was the egg spoken of by Socrates, and predicted by Nostradamus- 'The Double Yolk (No Joke)'. It was bequeathed to me by the Heavens. Between gawking at it and eating it I was able to whisper a silent 'thank you', before my attention was shifted to my new green squal powerade.