The Story of The Pole And The Toaster
5 years back, I was at a low ebb. I was living in what's best described as a latrine, the faculties of water and heating were not a given, moreover they were luxuries. My Landlord had neglected to pay some heating engineers he'd employed to fit a new boiler after the previous one went bang just before I'd come out of an unexpected 2 week holiday in my local Hospital due to a case of Acute Pancreatitis.

Said "heating engineers", or "cowboys" as they might be more charitably known were in the habit of regularly visiting the house, determining there was no-one home and turning off the mains water supply. This was after they'd cut the mains gas supply also.

Anyhow, after one drug addict left the house, my Landlord got a couple of Poles to occupy the vacant room and proceeded to charge them both single-occupancy rent, because he was nice like that.

One of these Poles wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, and one day came rushing out of the kitchen after a blue flash had lit up the room. He'd decided to shortcut the process of making buttered toast by applying butter to the bread prior to toasting it...

Apologies for lack of funnies, etc.
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Fri 16 Jul 2010, 11:04, Reply)