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I just made something from eggs that had date-stamps on them.
How do the chickens work the stamping machine? 
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Oh, chicky.
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David, I buy all of my eggs from a farm, about two miles from my home.
The farmer and his wife pick the brown eggs from the nests, take them into their kitchen, and wash the nest dirt off of them. These eggs are still warm when I take them home.
I spent most of my life eating store-bought eggs, and I always loved them.
BUT...once I was introduced to farm-fresh eggs...WOW!
I'll NEVER go back!!!
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Anyway...you can have all your technologically-advanced, date-stamping chickens.
I prefer the old-fashioned chickens, who all lay much more delicious eggs!
And, NO...I do not live in Mayberry, RFD.
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Taste great with steak sauce
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Sounds like a shell game to me (and as El Brendel would say, the yolks on you if they can pullet off).
Don't get cocky.
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You're egging me on. I'm in a scramble to come up with more than my current poultry puns.
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Oi No more of this fowl language!
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All these puns have warmed the cluckles of my heart.
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