The first time I used the toaster here, the toast flew all the way across the kitchen and landed in the flower arrangement. The second time, it landed on -- and ruined -- a watercolor I was working on. Today, it sprung at me and hit me in the eye. I tire of its slapstick assaults, and may have to switch to cereal.

LINK | 3:53 AM | TB

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