I don’t get this sh*t at all. I’m actually being crucified for not making f*cking eggs! *sigh* When I’m ready to, I will. But please don’t dig deep into the bag of loathe, and throw the components at me…cause I’ll dodge that sh*t better than the truck. It’s just plain sickening to tolerate. The times when I request to be lethargic, you want eggs. SMH. Too...