Food. All of us eat. All animals eat. Fish and insects and politicians eat. They don't eat they die. Therefore, the conclusion is food is good, food is important, food is life. And the level of food quality or taste or whatever measure applicable differs with each mammal's or frog-like creature's tongues as well as its pre-eating preparation. Generally, we cook something before we eat. Sometimes, half-cooked is the way to go, and is certainly not an issue if one is half-starved. The word 'half' is half of the main idea for today's topic which is indeed 'half-cooked' as half of you might have already guessed while the other half were only half-sure about it. This is the story of the half boiled egg.
CHAPTER 10/2 : 0.5
At a morning breakfast crowd, one can interview at least half of the entire number of patrons and discover that probably about half of them would agree that half boiled eggs are a yummy way to begin the day while the other half would give half a million (ok maybe that's an exeggeration or merely a half-lame excuse to integrate an extra 'half' into this post) reasons why half boiled eggs are yucky or unhealthy or distasteful or gooey or whatever. For the half in favour of half boiled eggs, their eggs sometimes goes beyond the half cooked point or probably under the 1/2 mark due to half-hearted preparation hence a breakfast which is not half bad but indeed very bad. Watch it, at least half of it.This is how a supposedly half-boiled egg turned out to be thanks to a monkey in the kitchen... And I bet it looks only half as ugly as it tastes...
A smile had to be drawn to filter the hideous nature of this gruesome picture to half.
Also, as a form of consolation to the eater to be, an idea popped out saying that the substance which looked as though it was made of half monkey puke, half bird piss, looked like...
Uh-huh... I think the thought of that took away the bad taste for our dear eater, at least half of it. But half is bad enough as this story about the half boiled egg can pass as a horror already. For roughly half of you readers, there's half a chance that half of your stomach's contents are already working their way halfway up your esophagus.
Halfway through this half-filled post, there was half an intention that this post would be flooded with as many halves as possible but it seems as though the 'half'-applicable substances have run out or rather I have missed out on half of them. Also it is probably as anticipated that at least half of you readers have been completely annoyed by half this half that and it's almost half past ten. Therefore let's end it in the most appropriate manner.
After drinking half a glass' content, do you describe the remaining half in the cup being half full or half empty?
Ok, that was just the final go at trying to get the audience terrified of the word 'half' or anything that can be divided by two. If it worked, well sorry.. If it didn't, too bad, I hope it did scare you at least half as much though...
A smile had to be drawn to filter the hideous nature of this gruesome picture to half.
The best part is, this didn't happen in some overused bedroom like depicted in the other pictures, this happened in a UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM, ON THE TABLE! Now how radical is that? I seriously wonder which monkey who was supposed to be summing up variances and probabilities instead of straying off into filthy thoughts inspired this. Wow... W. O. W. (Not the game mind u, just a huge wowed utterance of the wowest version of the wowy word wow ever, wow.)
Analysis: