the shelled white meat.

Eggs are meant to be eaten with salsa.  And Louisiana hot sauce.  There is nothin gbetter than waking up in the morning and setting your mouth on fire with eggs and salsa and Louisiana hot sauce.  MMMMMMM delicious.  That's about the only way I'll eat my eggs.  Unless my little bro makes 'em.  He makes the best eggs with all this stuff in 'em.  That's the only reason why he's remained alive so long.  His egg making skills make him invaluable.

Eggs Benedict.  Now there's only two ways to eat eggs.  With salsa and fire-fiery-hot-hot sauce, or as an artery clogging edible delight that is the eggs benedict.  Mmmmm.  Eggs. 

I love me some eggs.  That is my Terrell Owens impression.  I've got a a good 3 weeks of T.O. impersonations before he gets old. 

Ooo, goodness I've got a great story.  So, I wake up to brush my teeth this morning.  I'm big on the 'ol teeth, gotta brush them as soon as I roll out of bed.  But there was a HUGE brown spider in the sink, he was obviously stuck, and I have nothing against the spidys so I was gonna save him and release him into the wild.  I grab a paper plate ('cause I'm not afraid, ut I'm not gonna touch the hairy beast) and a cup and I'm gonna scrape him into the cup.  So, I'm trying to get him onto the plate, and all the sudden I hear this sound like acid.  And the end on my paper plate is smoking, or what I think is smoke.  I immediately think that there was something on the plate that burned the spider 'cause he's curled up in the spider equivalent of the fetal position.  I look at the plate and I realize, the dang spider shot some webbing at the plate.  CRAZY!  IN all the rescue missions I have preformed on spiders (my brother is SO afraid of the 8-leggers, I used to collect them and put them in his bed, between the sheets.  EVIL!) never have they shot web silk at me!  I was amazed, a little frightened, but I continued with operation Brown legged Savior and got the little beasty outside.  I swear I've saved this guy like 15 times already and his chances of survival are getting slim.  If Hope finds him, he's dead spidy.  Next time I'll save him, and name him Scutero.  Scutero the Oakland Spider.

Sidenote, i was really tired, and i don't recall spiders being able to projectile webbing from their tushes.  I thought this was a Cavutto thing.  He's got a plethora of knowledge about randowm stuff.  Cavutto?