So one morning, a young guy wakes up with a raging hard on but finds his SO isn’t in bed next to him. He gets up and wanders into the kitchen where he finds her leaning over the stove. When she sees him, she says “Honey, I’m so glad you’re here. I need you to make love to me right now.” He’s a bit dumbfounded, but she adds “Don’t argue, quick.”

The young guy quickly comes up behind her, drops his shorts, lifts up her nighty and proceeds to go at it. When he’s finished, he says “Wow, that was great, but what was the urgency all about?” His SO says “Well, I needed to poach an egg for three minutes, but the egg timer broke.”

that was funny let's say. But it reminds me of when they ask "how you want your eggs?" How many of you hate that question. I always say it doesn't matter because in the end eggs are eggs. But if I could remember I would say sunny side down. But I never remember to say that. I also wonder why I always get them scrambled. Is it easier to make them?

A lot easier.