Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Quinn fiasco

I have nothing to write about but my hatred of eggs. I detest the fuckers, always have.

As an ingredient, a binding substance, a goopy and essential precursor to cake it gets a pass but as something on a plate, on its own, it can do one.

If I want to gorge on chickenhead ejaculant I'll have me a spell on the DART with the after school crowd, clucking on apace about boys called Gav and bitches called 'that bitch Clare.'

However, culinarily speaking, make like a nice little waiter and substitute me in a grilled tomato or some such, or mushrooms, or even an extra sausage if you're still in denial about the death of the Lucky Leopard.

Cucumbers are crap but eggs, eggs are devil food.

10 comments:

Conan Drumm said...

Is it the scrambling that does it for you?

Radge said...

That and the taste of fart.

Kitty Cat said...

I COMPLETELY agree. I'll have nothing to do with eggs unless they're disguised in a cake or Spanish tortilla or somesuch.

Dot-Com said...

I had no idea you hated eggs that much!

Radge said...

I've spent my entire life avoiding said tortillas, so I couldn't possibly comment.

Dot - Seeing me nearly throw up wasn't your first clue?

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

I do enjoy an egg-dominated breakfast at least twice a week.

Kath Lockett said...

It's the smell that drives Love Chunks insane. 'Fart' as you say, congealing on a plate.

Pumpkin is my enemy. Cheery orange in colour, but shite on a knife for eating.

Sarah Gostrangely said...

Aloha Radge! Thanks for your msg, I hope your not drunk anymore.

I too hate eggs, but only because they are essentially chicken's periods. If I wanted to be a human sanitary towel, I would don some feathers and party down with Always.

Holemaster said...

SG has just put me off eggs.

Radge said...

Her powers are wide ranging, SG's.