Breakfast..... for Dinner?!?!?!?!

First off, fuck the steelers. Notice I didn't capitalize that even though it's a name.
What a fucking game.

But I digress, fuck the steelers.

Ok, I'm done for real this time. To the food! Yesterday was all about America and raping the rapist-led steelers, but tonight's dinner was all about Mexico.

I walked into my house to bacon frying on the stove. This is always a good sign as far as I'm concerned. If someone came in and murdered my family, but left bacon frying on the stove, I'd be ok (at least until the bacon was done).

This was when my mother informed me we were having eggs huevos, or eggs jalapenos, or eggs lawnmower. I forget, but it was something Mexican inspired. Here it be:

This was actually really good. I used to despise runny eggs, but now I love runny eggs! Under the eggs were beans and peppers and a tortilla. To the right is that delicious bacon. The food was good, but it was awkward to eat. I wanted to pick it up like a taco, but the egg was too runny. I had to eat it with a fork instead. The Mexicans sure do know how to make a confusing breakfast! Also, this blog post was riddled with racism. 8/10 Jeffs.