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Breakfast of Chumpions

In university, I learned that I liked eggs (at least I learned something). Every weekend, my haggard friends and I would hit up a cheap diner after one of our nights out. We would discuss who had slept with who, who got the drunkest, and how sweaty our one friend got when he danced (he knows who he is). But mostly, we’d devour our eggs and bacon and hash browns and as hungover as I usually was, I probably would have poured grease into my mouth if it was socially acceptable.