Egghead

I like to sleep shirtless, even in yeshiva, and even in the freezing cold. I had a tough time waking up from a morning nap today (after Davening). Y, our roommate from the year above, liked to think of creative ways to wake us up when this happened. While in between sleep and awakeness, I overheard him saying to my other roommate something about an egg. The next thing I remember is feeling something very cold in my armpit, triggering a reflex to close my arm, leading to a CRACK sound. The thing after that I remember is feeling something gooey running down my arm and chest, and all over my sheets. By that point I was fully awake and uncontrollably laughing, along with everyone in the room. He felt bad, (perhaps because he didn't have an egg now to make breakfast with?) and spent the 5 shek to put my sheets in the washing machine. An unforgettable story.