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Everett's posts with tag: eww
|  | One evening, a couple weeks back, I received a call from my roommate while I was (probably) farting around on the Internet. This alone isn't odd, but his question was -- something along the lines of "Dude, do you smell smoke?" (It may have been "Dude, is the place on fire?" or something like it, but I can't exactly remember.)
He left about an hour earlier, just when I was on my way in, so I knew he wasn't simply calling from the other room. So what did he know about the apartment that I didn't? Well, as it turns out, he knew that there was a pizza in the oven. Cooking. Since before he left. Ouch.
I ran1 to the kitchen, and opened the oven, expecting to see flames. Slightly disappointed, I pulled it out, not even finding so much as smoke, but simply a very, very well-done pizza.
And then I took some pictures for posterity, trying to get the right mixture of closeness, clarity and not-melting-my-friggin-camera. Not the best bunch of pictures I've ever taken, but you get the idea.
1 "Ran" is obviously a lie. There's no reason to run anywhere in the apartment. You're much better off walking, even if the place is on fire. Running might shave, like, two seconds off the amount of time it takes to get from one side to the other, and will triple your chances of breaking your neck.
That, and, emo kids don't exert themselves, unless they're sobbing uncontrollably. |
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