As I was cracking open an egg to make today’s bacon and egg brunch, I couldn’t help but wonder: who was the first person to look a feathery wee chook and think “I’m going to eat the next thing that comes out that critter’s bum”?
Probably the same person who discovered the joys of drinking milk. I mean really, what the hell was that dude up to? Surely it wasn’t just a case of deciding to give the ol’ pink dangly bits a squeeze and drink whatever came out?
The mind boggles.