egg
There was an egg in a pub and a woman comes over and begins to chat him up. They have a dance and at the end of the night the woman asks him if he wants to go back to her place. He says ‘OK’ so he collects his bag and leaves.
When they get to her house she says, ‘I’m just going to slip into something more comfortable’
She returns wearing a small purple garment. The egg who always carried this bag opened it and put on a crash helmet which was inside. “Is there something wrong?” the woman said.
“Yes,” said the egg, “last time I was this hard someone hit me on the head with a spoon!”