I’ve been trying to avoid saying this for a few posts now, but I think that you guys need to know. Something horrible has happened.
Greg the Egg is dead.
There, I said it. He’s dead. Passed on. He threw a seven. Etc.
It happened a couple of weeks ago, but I'm just coming to grips with it now. I loved that little guy. But I guess all good things have to come to an end eventually, and this one has. He cracked, and maybe that wasn't fatal, but he smelled like a dead bear rotting inside a volcanic crater. Even I, with my superhuman abilities--they're just hiding--could not handle that for more than, oh, two seconds. So I had to throw him out and, unlike the doughnut, he was irretrievable.
So goodbye, Greg the Egg. Fare thee well. May we all meet Greg in the Easter Basket Far Away someday.
*insert "Taps" here*
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