Yeah man when you see a washed pot and have to look in the garbage to see what the fuck you ate last night...
Been there done that
better, you see the pot in the trash can, it's full of a solid block of black macaroni when you feel asleep making mac and cheese and woke up to the smoke alarm and the kitchen filled with black smoke, that's a big hint you're fucking up. Personal history there.
I made black pucks out of pizza bagels once.
Should have mailed them to Canada as organic hockey pucks. Some fool would buy them, likely a Trudeau diehard voter.
Yeah, but it's a cheap way to learn a valuable lesson about not combining cooking with excess alcohol. Those smoke alarms taught me that my alarm clock's sound was not that loud when waking me up as I thought in comparison to a smoke alarm less than 10' away from me, not even close to the heart rate and adrenaline rush of one of those fuckers breaking a dream or just as your passing out "FUCK!". That'll let you know your alive for sure.
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