When I was younger
My sister was learning to cook. She started small, with the intention of working her way up through to harder dishes. Unfortuantely, she was shit. After a while, 'oh dear' became 'for fucks sake!'.

Things got worse. After a while, if it was wrong, she'd just throw it. Going into the kitchen when she was there wasn't safe. It all came to a head one day, when she offered to make me my favourite eggy treat. Unfortunately, this went wrong too. I wandered into the kitchen to ask what had happened, just as she threw it. She hadn't meant to hit me, but it was already too late. I'd just had my first contact with an Unavoidable Flying Omelette.

God, I'm bored
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 15 Apr 2010, 14:50, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

It's true! Hair Off = Weaker.
Edit: Feeds strikethrough trolls.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 15 Apr 2010, 14:55, Reply)