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another trip into the complaints forum. oh jeez, i'm in stitches. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/24.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="
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I put it in the oven without mitts, because I'm a man! I don't need oven mitts for putting things in the ov- OW f**k I BURNT MY HANDS! MY DELICATE LITTLE ARTIST HANDS! I NEED THOSE FOR POKEMONS TOO! I proceed to whine and run them under lukewarm water. My right hand was spared any real wound (save for the f**king BIRD BITING ME EARLIER and TEARING ME OPEN)(Note: I'm not this birds first owner, the last owner abused it, so he bites unprovoked.) but my left hand now has a burn mark on it that hurts like a bitch. :< Lucky it's not an important area.
So after whining for about 5 minutes I start to clean up. I go to put the oil back in the closet, I plop it on the ground.. and the cap pops off. No oil spills but the cap pops off and flies somewhere I can't find it. Cue me searching around the house for a solution to this. I find a bottle of spoiled vegetable oil after another 5 minutes, I clean it, and thankfully, it fits.
I finish cleaning, much of this inlisted in licking things and getting chocolate all over my St. Patrick's day shirt. (I've been sick, it's the cleanest most comfortable thing I own for wearing when sick) After this I play pokemon until the time goes off. I put on oven mitts and take the cake out of the oven.
Except it isn't relatively flat, like a cake should be. It's a f**king MOUNTAIN in the middle, with a fissure in it... When I realize something, and thing to myself. "Auberon you f**king fag, you FORGOT TO GET THE f**kING AIR BUBBLES OUT!"
I throw my arms up in defeat, (after putting the cake on the table) cover the cake and brownies, take up my cherry pepsi and DS, turn out the light and look back on the kitchen a despairing, broken man.</i>
later in the topic, i found this: (conversation between two people)
<i>Bonus Complaint: I JUST SPILT FISH FOOD ALL OVER MY f**kING DESK
take your fish out and use him for a vacuum cleaner.
He's too picky.
don't let him back in until he eats it.
D: But I love him.
you can't make a fish sandwich without killing some fish.
D:
this is why I'm not allowed to give advice to people. Even though I do it anyway.</i>
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another trip into the complaints forum. oh jeez, i'm in stitches. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/24.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="
" border="0" alt="24.gif" /> some guy was forced to bake a cake for his father's bday. didn't quite go according to plan.<i>
I put it in the oven without mitts, because I'm a man! I don't need oven mitts for putting things in the ov- OW f**k I BURNT MY HANDS! MY DELICATE LITTLE ARTIST HANDS! I NEED THOSE FOR POKEMONS TOO! I proceed to whine and run them under lukewarm water. My right hand was spared any real wound (save for the f**king BIRD BITING ME EARLIER and TEARING ME OPEN)(Note: I'm not this birds first owner, the last owner abused it, so he bites unprovoked.) but my left hand now has a burn mark on it that hurts like a bitch. :< Lucky it's not an important area.
So after whining for about 5 minutes I start to clean up. I go to put the oil back in the closet, I plop it on the ground.. and the cap pops off. No oil spills but the cap pops off and flies somewhere I can't find it. Cue me searching around the house for a solution to this. I find a bottle of spoiled vegetable oil after another 5 minutes, I clean it, and thankfully, it fits.
I finish cleaning, much of this inlisted in licking things and getting chocolate all over my St. Patrick's day shirt. (I've been sick, it's the cleanest most comfortable thing I own for wearing when sick) After this I play pokemon until the time goes off. I put on oven mitts and take the cake out of the oven.
Except it isn't relatively flat, like a cake should be. It's a f**king MOUNTAIN in the middle, with a fissure in it... When I realize something, and thing to myself. "Auberon you f**king fag, you FORGOT TO GET THE f**kING AIR BUBBLES OUT!"
I throw my arms up in defeat, (after putting the cake on the table) cover the cake and brownies, take up my cherry pepsi and DS, turn out the light and look back on the kitchen a despairing, broken man.</i>
later in the topic, i found this: (conversation between two people)
<i>Bonus Complaint: I JUST SPILT FISH FOOD ALL OVER MY f**kING DESK
take your fish out and use him for a vacuum cleaner.
He's too picky.
don't let him back in until he eats it.
D: But I love him.
you can't make a fish sandwich without killing some fish.
D:
this is why I'm not allowed to give advice to people. Even though I do it anyway.</i>
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