We call them "peeps."
If we are going to talk about chicken this man must be present.
Family down the road sells fresh eggs.
I won't eat the damn things.
When I was a kid I cracked open an egg, store bought, but it must have been before they do whatever it is they do now, because there was this partially developed chicken embryo in there.![]()
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To this day that image remains and it still makes me want to puke.
I don't care how healthy they're supposed to be... I want bleach white eggs from some operation Krogers owns. I'll pay the $4/dozen or whatever it is.
hahahahSo sorry for that experience. That must be traumatizing.

Family down the road sells fresh eggs.
I won't eat the damn things.
When I was a kid I cracked open an egg, store bought, but it must have been before they do whatever it is they do now, because there was this partially developed chicken embryo in there.![]()
![]()
To this day that image remains and it still makes me want to puke.
I don't care how healthy they're supposed to be... I want bleach white eggs from some operation Krogers owns. I'll pay the $4/dozen or whatever it is.

