Entertain/distract yourself further when you watch Master Chef by considering this: Lloyd Grosman was teased at school enough for being called Lloyd, let alone the playground implications of his surname and extra ammo was provided by his stupid fake accent. What really got the kids bitching up an omelette was the fact that up close his balding (from 7, he used to wear a wig of dreadlocks, in tribute to his 87 generations of bald dutch ancestry) head is covered with a fine membrane and can be cracked like an egg. Indeed, a yoke like substance even trickles from the wound. That's why he still gets upset if people in the street yell:
"Oi four-eyed, spazzy voiced girls name, we can see your crack and it smells eggy. Gross-man! Master-chef this you toilet!"
Works every time. Cries like a girl. The wus.
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