WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH SPORT AND EGGS??

Several times over the past few weeks I have been presented with a vision that tickles that place in your throat that makes you gag.

Both Vinnie MacMahon and Vincent from the nWo have either tried or succeeded in gulping down a nice big glass of fresh raw eggs with juicy large yolks. I know this is supposed to be wonderful for your health, (not to mention a hangover) yada yada yada, but it does nothing for me but conjure unimaginably revolting sensations in my gullet! All one needs to see is Benoit hanging around in the background, evoking in one’s imagination the possibilities of sinister tampering with the contents….uh!

Blood, bones cracking, even the occasional well-timed spit I can handle…but I draw the line at swallowing large quantities of mucus-like liquid on TV.

Don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against eggs, or indeed, chickens for that matter – however, I firmly believe that if you wish to indulge in eggs, at least have the sense to cook them first!

That’s it for now

TTFN

Jo

(PS…apologies if you were trying to eat right now!)