Breakfast Conversations

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.

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