Journal Czarina Burrito's Journal: Living with a hungry cat. 17
It occured to me the other day that people not familiar with The Cat Who Eats Everything might find it odd that our oven controls feature a post-it note with the warning: Donuts in oven!
I had become so used to it that I accidentally baked the donuts.
Lucy the Saboteur (Score:1)
She got the post-it down because if she couldn't have the donuts no one could!
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Don't worry about the note, 'cause if you "accidentally" bake the cat, well...
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I recommend a little hoisin dipping sauce. Mmmm... DELISH!!
....Bethanie....
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My apartment neighbor forgot she had a pizza box in her oven, so she turns on her oven and it soon catches fire. I find out about it when I hear her cussing in the hall and banging on the fire extinguisher box trying to get it open. I break the glass, grab the extinguisher and run into her smokey apartment and absolutely farkin' DOUSE her oven and surrounding area (hey, I never got to use an extinguisher before. Wheeeee!!!)
BTW, breathing the stuff that comes out of a fire extinguish
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Because there was no storage for them;-) I walked in, pre-heated the oven for my Tombstone(TM) goodness, and came out of my room a few minutes later to a very odd smell. The plastics had actually melted into some very itneresting shapes and, had I been a bit more scurrilous in nature, I probably could have sold them as "Art" on this new site (at the time) called "eBay". Wonder if that site ever did take off... ;-)
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You can probably still find yourself a ghost-in-a-jar or similar crap.
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My younger brother had a pair of gloves he adored (like, little ski gloves for kids) We used to put out gloves in the oven of the woodstove to warm them up before going outside. Well, one day my mom closed the oven without notcing his gloves were in there. Later on we notice the lovely smell of burning...something (vinyl maybe) and out comes his extra crispy gloves. My brother was something like 7 years old, and traumatized for life.