Went to South Dakota for Chrimbus. I was looking for random shit of mine in the garage when I stumbled on some eggs in a box, on a five foot shelf, with video tapes. I was like, "shit, grand ma has Alzheimer" and the bag of cereal and bird food in the unplugged refrigerator was not helping her cause. She came in and told me that they were using the garage as a chicken coop last summer. She tried to save the eggs to eat them. I had to convince her crazy ass that they were bad by now.
Here are more eggs in a box for a car air filter.