I must apologize folks...I do declare I had the best intentions last evening. I planned on producing high quality designs on these Easter eggs. I boiled the eggs with love and then waited for them to cool down. I sat and pondered the tools of my trade and prepared for a nice quiet evening in watching Saturday Night Live. But then the phone rang-- and my social coordinator informed that I had to attend a very very very important meeting on the dance floor. I dedicate these psychedelic eggs to my pal David Scheid a.k.a. the comic genius.
I made this one BAD EGG of Hitler. He was a real rotten fool. We are off to JUNIOR's Jewish Deli to celebrate Uncle Lou's 97th. This Gentile prefers potato latkes to crappy Easter bread and ham anyday.