tags: science, physics, time-saving techniques, peeling hard-boiled eggs, streaming video
We all know that each day is filled with a variety of time-wasting activities that are necessary for us to be able to enjoy those brief, fleeting moments of freedom from such drudgery. So I thought I'd suggest something that you can do to reclaim four days of your life that would otherwise be devoted to the time-wasting activity of peeling hard-boiled eggs -- and this is all due to the wonders of SCIENCE [0:36].
Of course, this looks like so much fun that you'll probably invest those four reclaimed days by blowing eggs out of their shells instead of writing the Great American Novel or whetever else it is that you've been wishing to accomplish.
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Great theory, but I suspect I would waste more than four days by repeatedly scrambling around on the floor trying to find the egg I had just dropped.
Oh well, I'm not eligible to write the Great American Novel anyway.