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.