Last night I “cooked” dinner in my house for the first time since I moved in a month ago. This involved a frozen pizza and a roll of cookie dough.
I had to call my roomate to ask how to turn the oven on.
I BUTTERED a “non stick” cookie sheet and proceeded to burn the cookies.
I drank my diet coke out of a “Prospector” glass that had stolen during this summer. This explains a lot.
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