God I hate egg
I really, really hate it. The texture, the smell. It's worse than having a spike made of ebola rammed repeatedly into your skull. I despise egg in all it's forms.

When I was a nipper, my class-mates didn't believe this. One of them waved an egg sandwich in my face. There was a terrible, smelly pause.

I vomited all over him. I'm told it was fairly impressive. Then I ran to the toilets, mortified, and continued my green fountain some more.

The years of therapy have been kind. I can be near egg now. Just believe me when I say I don't like it, ok?
(Urban Hermit Exit, pursued by a bear on, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 22:24, Reply)