A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard, smoking a cigarette, a satisfied smile across its face.
The egg, looking a bit pissed off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says;
“Well, I guess we finally answered that fucking question.”
It may also be noted that the chicken, enraged by the post-coital drama, subsequently smashed the egg with its beak. The egg came shortly afterwards
