scotty777
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rotten egg
so I decided to make some eggs for breakfast today, i do enjoy an egg on toast.
So the 1st egg, I crack it open, and it lands of the plan, and sizzles... hmmm, delicious
. So with the 2nd egg. I noticed it wasn't cracking open as well, ag, it happens. I mange to get that bad boy open, but as I put the egg in the plan, I notice that the yolk isn't in one piece. I though to myself "ahhh... bugger, I messed up the yolk"
. I like my yolks to be two round spheres of goodness. However, then it hit me, like a freight train, only that freight train is carrying decomposed dead shyte.
So after the initial smell of that vrot egg had struck me, my gag reflexes began to take over, and I, on several occasions, almost had all the coffee I drank prior to the egg making, all over the floor.
So after fighting to keep my coffee down, I realised that the reason why the smell was so profuse is because the vrot egg is still cooking, and now the smell is creeping through the whole house
. So armed with a t-shirt rapped around my face, and my eyes watering, I bravely turn off the stove, and make my way to the big black dustbin outside.
now my glasses are covered in tears, my stomach is feeling as though it's been put into a paint mixer, and I'm hungry again.
so I decided to make some eggs for breakfast today, i do enjoy an egg on toast.
So the 1st egg, I crack it open, and it lands of the plan, and sizzles... hmmm, delicious
So after the initial smell of that vrot egg had struck me, my gag reflexes began to take over, and I, on several occasions, almost had all the coffee I drank prior to the egg making, all over the floor.
So after fighting to keep my coffee down, I realised that the reason why the smell was so profuse is because the vrot egg is still cooking, and now the smell is creeping through the whole house
now my glasses are covered in tears, my stomach is feeling as though it's been put into a paint mixer, and I'm hungry again.
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