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One day I came home from work at about 1am and wanted to make some hardboiled eggs for breakfast the next morning. I turned on the stove, poured some water into a pot, and dropped about 7 eggs in to boil. I sat down on the couch to watch some TV while waiting for the eggs to cook, and slipped off into dream land. I woke up to the smoke detector going off and eggs splattered all over the kitchen.
I didn't even know eggs could explode.
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"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." - V
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