Bleh, that egg story reminds me of a time at my mums. They have a chicken run in their back yard, and I was down on holiday one year and thought Id have some fresh home eggs for breakfast. Unfortunatly, when I cracked them into the pan, they were far from fresh. The stench hit me like a wall and I nearly threw up three times on the way out the back door (Which hurt, because the back door was closed). It put me off eggs till lunch time at least <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />. My mother said to me when she found out "Oh, I meant to tell you not to touch those ones!".
