Today I tried to make some eggs at work for breakfast. What a mistake. First off, even though I did spary the pan with "anti-stick" butter imitation crap, my egg still stuck to the pan Second, the spatula was metal, so when I went to flip my egg it tore the poor thing into shreds. After I managed to flip it, I found that I had burnt the backside, even though the front side was hardly even cooked the back side was as black as midnight. I was getting frustrated now. So there was my torn up, black charred, half-cooked egg, running to all ends of the pan. I looked at it. The egg seemed to look back at me, almost smiling, like it had won something. I growled at my egg. "I'm going to eat you wether you taste like crap or not you jerk" I said. And with that I tossed that ugly excuse for an egg onto a Newick's labled paper plate. My fork punctured the white of the egg and grabbed hold, one side of the egg began to run down the plate and the yolk broke open and slid down my fingers as I tried to raise the egg to my mouth. Even more frustrated I opened my mouth wide, closed my eyes and chomped down on that sorry excuse for food. It was by far the worst egg I ever tasted, but in a strange way, it felt good going down...

  posted by Darrell @ 9:50 PM