You Suck at Cooking with a short and very sweet look at
everyone’ favorite breakfast fare.
In this variation at least.
I personally have a love/hate relationship with eggs.
The taste, when cooked well, is wonderful.
And I have learned to prepare them quite nicely.
To me, eggs are light and fluffy and to load my belly
with enough to fill me up requires an unhealthy count
of at least six to eight units.
More like ten to be perfectly honest with you, but I don’t
want you to think I’m a pig.
I am assuming that pigs like eggs.
I usually throw all twelve in because…what the hell are you
going to do with just two lonely eggs tomorrow?!
The hate part of the equation comes later, after I’ve consumed
a dozen of the cursed things I usually find myself rolling around
on the carpet cradling my bloated belly with my numbed,
cholesterol laden fingers…howling like a dog.
This really annoys my cat.
He gets cheesy here, take notes…