I now have the following image seared into my frontal lobe: Smegs, squatting drumsticks akimbo in the chicken coop while somehow sweating less than Prince Andrew on a boozy night out, only to produce a cabbage patch doll Oprah then presents to the adulating paparazzi like that "circle of life" scene in The Lion King. I don't know how to feel about this.I think that we should have poll as where the hatching is going to happen: bathroom no. 4, chicken coop or archie playhouse? Feel free to add
"I give you... Princess Doriana Versace Klassy Kween"