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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