I FEEL LIKE WHOOOOOOA!
Peter Dinklage with his Daughter in NYC
THIS SATANIC GODDAMN THING IS REAL AND I AM UNREASONABLY ANGRY ABOUT IT
No no no no no no no.
I’m sorry, if you’re too stupid to make eggs in a pan, you don’t get to have a horrible egg-dog on a wooden stick like it’s some kind of carnival food. This product is a crime against gastronomy, and I want to find and destroy each and every example of it.
There is literally nothing appetizing about this either. WHO JUST EATS A HUNK OF HOT COOKED EGG LIKE THAT. WHAT THE FUCK, AMERICA.
Drew, I feel like you’d appreciate this. If you need me, I’ll be over here fighting my gag reflex.
I’m a Technology editor on Tumblr, and it istaking all of my self-control to not promote this in Tech, for the lulz.
Have you ever met Daniel Radcliffe? Yeah, I screamed in his face. We were both doing Letterman. I grabbed him by the shoulder. Of course, I’m in 6-inch heels. That makes me 6-foot-4. I’m towering over him, saying, “I love Harry Potter!” His security people were nodding to each other—should we go?