She was standing in the kitchen, preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the tee-shirt that she normally slept in.





As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly, 'You've got to make love to me this very moment.



'

My eyes lit up and I thought, 'I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day.



'

Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all ... right there on the kitchen table.





Afterwards she said, 'Thanks,' and returned to the stove, her tee-shirt still around her neck.





A little puzzled, I asked, 'What was that all about?'

She explained, 'The egg timer's broken.

Good! Did you say you like soft boiled eggs?

Nope, she like's 'em hard boiled. Really hard boiled.

no hollandaise sauce for me, thank you!

David Copperfield couldn't fix this thread.

Okay, go back in your collective memories to when Ervin Johnson of the Lakers anounced his illness...

Did you hear that David Copperfield has AIDS? He's been doing magic for years.