I jammed my hand in the toaster the other day. I wasn’t sure at first but the toucan on the cereal box assured me it was a good idea.
The smell of burning flesh quickly filled my nostrils, like an all purpose leak sealer.
I had set it to just below burnt.
“The toucan lied! This was anything but a good idea” I thought to myself as the springs in the toaster shot my hand upwards.
Blistering and crispy my hand looked like something out of a James Cameron sci-fi film.
That’s the last time I trust you brightly coloured parrot.
Let’s hear what the monkey has to say.