The Best Story.
I'm going to tell you a story today. A really great story. It'll be the best story. Well, the best story after Jesus. But it's a close second!It was 12:30, and I was starting to feel a little hungry. My parents were in London. Don't ask me why, they just were. Before leaving, they intelligently left two containers of stew for me. Both labelled "eat before 1/13." I hadn't noticed these until yesterday, so the past week I ate microwaved chicken pot pie. I am not a smart boy. Yesterday, I had heated some up on the stove, at medium heat. So, today I decided to use high heat. I was hungry after all. So I put the stew in the pot. I turn the stove to high. And then I go upstairs, planning to come down to some hot stew. 5 minutes go by, and I completely forgot I was cooking anything. I was just minding my business, watching some twitch streams, and then I notice I'm still hungry. Oh right, I have stew. So I go downstairs to the kitchen, and everything's kinda foggy. I wonder what happened. And then I realize. The pot is smoking. Not like a little. Like a ton. So... I run over, turn off the stove, and throw the pot into the sink, where I attempt to prevent a fire by running cold water over the pot. It takes 5 minutes for the pot to stop making hissing noises, at which point I go to throw away the food. It's all black. Super burned. I'm sad now. Probably should have just stuck to microwaved chicken pot pies.