Hello, my name is Egon
I love food because I was never given a choice.
If I could eat anywhere it would be under the sun, at the edge of a cliff, facing the sea.
My favorite berry is bumbleberry.
Food makes me feel full.
If I were a wild animal in a team environment, I would be the last of a dying breed.
An important thing Ive learned is that dandruff shampoo is for more than just scalp. It also gets the stank out of funky armpits.
Water is groovy.
The strangest thing I ever ate was gateau de canard (duck cake)
I general like early mornings. I’m a baker. I have no choice.
I can hold my breath for one cemetery.
Sunday afternoons are best spent studying the bible.
I firmly believe that well done is no longer an option.
My favorite kitchen tool is the oven.
If I were a cheese, I would be asiago.
Sometimes I cant help sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, pouting my upper lip downward and grazing it up and down over the stubble there, just to feel it.
Blood orange rhymes with orange.
When I dance I look like David Byrne.
If I could have an old fashion pen-pal, it would be Thomas Pynchon.
I like math. Man has no choice.
I will not eat after I’ve died.

Hello, my name is Egon
I love food because I was never given a choice.
If I could eat anywhere it would be under the sun, at the edge of a cliff, facing the sea.
My favorite berry is bumbleberry.
Food makes me feel full.
If I were a wild animal in a team environment, I would be the last of a dying breed.
An important thing Ive learned is that dandruff shampoo is for more than just scalp. It also gets the stank out of funky armpits.
Water is groovy.
The strangest thing I ever ate was gateau de canard (duck cake)
I general like early mornings. I’m a baker. I have no choice.
I can hold my breath for one cemetery.
Sunday afternoons are best spent studying the bible.
I firmly believe that well done is no longer an option.
My favorite kitchen tool is the oven.
If I were a cheese, I would be asiago.
Sometimes I cant help sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, pouting my upper lip downward and grazing it up and down over the stubble there, just to feel it.
Blood orange rhymes with orange.
When I dance I look like David Byrne.
If I could have an old fashion pen-pal, it would be Thomas Pynchon.
I like math. Man has no choice.
I will not eat after I’ve died.

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