This happened to me and my meatloaf. I took it out of the oven and inadvertently put it down on a wet dishtowel. The meatloaf and the dish went to smithereens, and I had to explain to my husband why there were clumps of meatloaf on the ceiling.

Good for you!! This story makes me happy!

Johnny On The Spot, that’s you!

Genius!

This reads like a novel. It’s lovely. 

That’s so sweet!

If this doesn’t win, I will riot.

wait, I am I saying it wrong?

We all regret not bedding him!

I used to work in a very stratified legal office; either you were an attorney or you were support staff. The support staff have to clock in and out via swipe of your card at any of the readers placed strategically about the office; legal staff does not (but are subject to sporadic review of hours kept based largely…

Good guess. 

This was wonderful. 

This has to win.

That’s just awesome. 

Ding ding. Winner winner chicken dinner!

aww, what’s so wrong about sea monkeysys?

Ick the Nth.

My sister had a fling with a guy whose room was strewn with chicken bones that were the remnants of buffalo wings, we so desperately presumed.

In college I went to back to a boy’s dorm room* in a horrible lapse in judgment and discovered an (originally?) white t-shirt that was encrusted with what I presume was semen. Just tucked between the mattress and the wall.

Magnificent.