A sandwich toaster. You know, you just forget you've got one. And it just sits there on the top of the cupboard collecting a layer of greasy fudge. And even if you do see it you just assume it's broken, you think if it's working I'd be using it all the time, but you don't and it just sits there. Then one day, you get an overwhelming desire for toasted sandwiches, you know? And you get it down and it works, and you can't believe it, you know? And then you make every kind of toasted sandwich there is, you have toasted sandwich parties. You make Marmite and cheese, chocolate and acorns, then as quickly as the desire comes, it just goes. And then you put the toasted sandwich maker away. And, you know what?

You don't miss it.
( JebediahSpringfield, Mon 3 Oct 2011, 17:15, 2 replies)

Until the next time the cycle repeats...

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 3 Oct 2011, 17:43, closed)

So you mean...
Chuck your boyfriend, have a sandwich?
(GoodLord doesn't have time for sigs., Wed 5 Oct 2011, 9:29, closed)