Well, get out the non-stick Pam, and get a ring side seat. I'm just figuring out how My Little Toaster is going to get some. I can see Waffle Iron and George Foreman figuring things out quick, but Little Toaster, not so much.
Okay. Okay. I guess a smart little guy like him will figure out what to do with those flapping grills. It's kind of interesting to think about. Hmmmmmmm. How will they get to those slots of his? How? How?
Hmmmm. You're right...the grills are a little large...and all the bacon grease in the world isn't going to help...access. Hmmm. Actually, right now, I'm more frightened that I'm giving serious thought to toaster pron--your fault!!!
Bacon grease and toaters are a total no go. Fire harzard. Electrocution. That's all I see with that. I just don't see how it will ever work with the toaster and the grill. Their love will probably have to remain unrequited.
Personally, I never liked watching that movie. :P My mom, on the other hand, LOVES it. Although if I look at it from you POV, I either will like it more or have to scrub my brain out. *grins*
Well...now I think we all know how lava lamps came to be. What once was a regular, ordinary table lamp had a torrid affair with the toaster...and the lava lamp was born. LOL! :-P
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on a related note, my george foreman grill doesn't spit out all it's juices anymore.
i think i wore it out.
le sigh.
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NOT EVEN GOING TO ASK!!!!!!!!
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WAAAAAAAAHH!!!! I *AM* a prevert!!!!!
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Do eeeeeet!
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(also, I totally have an appropriate icon for this discussion! *twirls*)
explodey!
Also, thank you for not spittig on my doorstep.
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Brillo pad for your brain, miss?
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OMG! I'M SO SORRY!!!
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Really! She's almost as bad as the can-opener, and you *know* how they can be.