So I made fried eggs with 4-year expired eggs.

[otto-san]

How loving handicapped are you?  Did you not go into your fridge for the past 4 years or does your memory function on a day to day basis?

imagine being this flabbergasted over rotten loving eggs

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[The Resonte!]

orkus is just being a
bad egg

[Rally]

Pie Crust reacts to: The Falklands

Bullstuff, this starfish stuffposts in every thread I participate in.

forget off with your constant flaming and thread stuffting.

[Lord Tony®]

what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

What about tape worms from a dog?

[Niff]

An easy way to test if eggs are bad, put em in water

If they float they're no good I think

[The Resonte!]

What about tape worms from a dog?

+5 tape worm resistance


pie crust now has +3 bad smell resistance

[OrkusBorkus]

I usually care about what's inside the fridge itself, not about what's on the door.

But like, don't you look?  At all?  Ever?  You never look on the door?  You never look for some mayonnaise or mustard or something that can usually be kept on the fridge door?

Like you don't look at it sometimes and think, "I wonder how old these eggs are," or, "Man, these eggs have been here for quite a while.  It seems like every time I look they're there... I wonder if they're still good?"  Like how do you let it get this bad.  It's like those posts you see on the internet with "MAN FINDS LIVING, BREATHING COLONY OF MAGGOTS FEASTING ON HIS UPPER GUM".  The man had to have known that they were there.  It's not exactly something you can just discover or stumble upon.  You knew that the eggs were there for that long.  You had to have.  You must have been in denial or something.  Imagine being the maggot-man.  Every day you feel the maggots writhing in your mouth but you think to yourself, "It's not that bad," but deep in your heart, you know it's getting worse and worse every day that the maggots remain there.  The maggots don't just go away, someone or something needs to get rid of them.  So you go to the emergency room, and they've never seen anything like it.  The moment you step into the office, the person at the receiving desk instantaneously gets a gnarly whiff of whatever disgusting thing is brewing in your mouth.  The doctor asks you about it, and you just say you don't know how it got there.  It's just something that's been there as long as you can remember.  You've sort of grown into a peaceful coexistence with the maggots.  They just were a thing that existed inside of your mouth.  But now that your mouth is vile and putrid, falling apart at the seams and rotting away into a fine gooey paste of human flesh, you have finally decided, "This is a problem," when in reality, it was a problem the first day.

You are the man with the maggots in his mouth.  Only instead of maggots, it's 4 year old loving death eggs that seemingly were living right under your nose.  You knew they were there the whole time.  You had to have.  There is no way any human has ever had this little fridge content awareness.

[Nonnel]

You should've made and served them to someone

[Drydess]

But like, don't you look?  At all?  Ever?  You never look on the door?  You never look for some mayonnaise or mustard or something that can usually be kept on the fridge door?

Like you don't look at it sometimes and think, "I wonder how old these eggs are," or, "Man, these eggs have been here for quite a while.  It seems like every time I look they're there... I wonder if they're still good?"  Like how do you let it get this bad.  It's like those posts you see on the internet with "MAN FINDS LIVING, BREATHING COLONY OF MAGGOTS FEASTING ON HIS UPPER GUM".  The man had to have known that they were there.  It's not exactly something you can just discover or stumble upon.  You knew that the eggs were there for that long.  You had to have.  You must have been in denial or something.  Imagine being the maggot-man.  Every day you feel the maggots writhing in your mouth but you think to yourself, "It's not that bad," but deep in your heart, you know it's getting worse and worse every day that the maggots remain there.  The maggots don't just go away, someone or something needs to get rid of them.  So you go to the emergency room, and they've never seen anything like it.  The moment you step into the office, the person at the receiving desk instantaneously gets a gnarly whiff of whatever disgusting thing is brewing in your mouth.  The doctor asks you about it, and you just say you don't know how it got there.  It's just something that's been there as long as you can remember.  You've sort of grown into a peaceful coexistence with the maggots.  They just were a thing that existed inside of your mouth.  But now that your mouth is vile and putrid, falling apart at the seams and rotting away into a fine gooey paste of human flesh, you have finally decided, "This is a problem," when in reality, it was a problem the first day.

You are the man with the maggots in his mouth.  Only instead of maggots, it's 4 year old loving death eggs that seemingly were living right under your nose.  You knew they were there the whole time.  You had to have.  There is no way any human has ever had this little fridge content awareness.

is that a copy pasta or did you seriously write an essay on why pie crust should be ashamed about his fridge contents

[OrkusBorkus]

He shouldn't be ashamed of his fridge contents.  Every man, woman, and child in the world is entitled to whatever the forget they want in their fridge.

But, he should be ashamed because he didn't know he had four year old rotten eggs in his fridge.

[Nonnel]

You can have gross things in your fridge as long as you know they're there

[OrkusBorkus]

You can have gross things in your fridge as long as you know they're there

[XR-7]

But like, don't you look?  At all?  Ever?  You never look on the door?  You never look for some mayonnaise or mustard or something that can usually be kept on the fridge door?

Like you don't look at it sometimes and think, "I wonder how old these eggs are," or, "Man, these eggs have been here for quite a while.  It seems like every time I look they're there... I wonder if they're still good?"  Like how do you let it get this bad.  It's like those posts you see on the internet with "MAN FINDS LIVING, BREATHING COLONY OF MAGGOTS FEASTING ON HIS UPPER GUM".  The man had to have known that they were there.  It's not exactly something you can just discover or stumble upon.  You knew that the eggs were there for that long.  You had to have.  You must have been in denial or something.  Imagine being the maggot-man.  Every day you feel the maggots writhing in your mouth but you think to yourself, "It's not that bad," but deep in your heart, you know it's getting worse and worse every day that the maggots remain there.  The maggots don't just go away, someone or something needs to get rid of them.  So you go to the emergency room, and they've never seen anything like it.  The moment you step into the office, the person at the receiving desk instantaneously gets a gnarly whiff of whatever disgusting thing is brewing in your mouth.  The doctor asks you about it, and you just say you don't know how it got there.  It's just something that's been there as long as you can remember.  You've sort of grown into a peaceful coexistence with the maggots.  They just were a thing that existed inside of your mouth.  But now that your mouth is vile and putrid, falling apart at the seams and rotting away into a fine gooey paste of human flesh, you have finally decided, "This is a problem," when in reality, it was a problem the first day.

You are the man with the maggots in his mouth.  Only instead of maggots, it's 4 year old loving death eggs that seemingly were living right under your nose.  You knew they were there the whole time.  You had to have.  There is no way any human has ever had this little fridge content awareness.

Dude you need to chill

[OrkusBorkus]

Dude you need to chill