Never Doubt Your Business Ideas Again

Somebody once thought

We should take the white things chickens poop

And break them in a pan

Over a fire

Until they’re still damp

But also really warm

Then cover them in fermented milk

And dehydrated seawater

And fill them with vegetables no one likes

And sell them to husbands for $18

To appease their sexually frustrated wives

And call it brunch.

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