Last night, after Rob and I dropped Jo home, we we're driveing back into Hornsby and I noticed a broken egg on the road. I thought "That's odd, why is there a broken egg on the road. Someone must be egging cars". And then BOOM. We got hit on the roof by something.

"What was that!?!" said Rob.

"An egg" said cool, calm and collected me.

And sure enough when we got home there was egg all over the back corner of the car. I had a lovely time at 3:30am this morning cleaning egg off our car. I think they threw it at us because we're Christians. We were being persecuted for Christ. You can tell I'm a Christian because of the way I drive my car.

Blessed is Howie and I.