Lil story of my day.

Here’s a story I wanna tell, see there’s 4 eggs here. (I'll upload, when I feel like. xD)

I don’t eat that much of eggs usually.

But why 4 then? I actually planned to cook only 3.

Then I walked into the kitchen, my mom knew I wanna cook half-boiled eggs. Then, SHIT!

My mom knew it, she came. Not a good sign, cause she’s gonna make shit messy~

And yeah, she did, she tried to do everything for me.

I don’t want man, I wan cook this half-boiled egg myself.

She just won't let go, then I was pissed: YOU CANT EVEN LET YOUR SON WHO IS 18 YEARS OLD(SOON, 17.5 now. Ha!) TO COOK A HALF-BOILED EGG? I boh song, I recook!

But since I ate 3 already. This time I’m only cooking 1, without supervision.

It’s The Egg of Kent’s Pride! I’m the man!