Look, life is a death sentence. Eggs are just about the perfect food - but there is no perfect food. Every single thing you can possibly consume has some kind of deleterious effect. It's the nature of nature. I am not interested in limiting my diet to only those strange, horribly expensive, foods that have the least negative health effects.

Imma eat what I like, and, just like you, and everyone else, Imma die. Euel Gibbons ate fucking pine trees, for Chrissake. He died of a heart attack before he reached 50. I reckon my bacon and egg fueled life is way ahead of the game at this point, and my breakfast doesn't taste like turpentine.

Live well until you die.