They Stole My Oven
My bastard apt complex took my amazingly awesome, super advanced, unbelievably cool gas oven. I mean for real, this thing was something straight out of a sci-fi movie. I’m sure it was a missing artifact from the 9th Dimension or something and if I’d only had a little more time I could’ve figured out how to harness it’s vast abilities to shoot lasers out of the range, stop global warming with the broiler, and cure cancer with the little shiny knob.
SIGH
But it had to go, I guess. Despite it’s vast potential it kept shorting out my circuit breaker (don’t ask why a gas stove needs to be plugged in…that’s just part of it’s mystique).
