It takes a special kind of loser...

It's a bright and sunny day, the snow is about melting and the weather unbelievably frosty. Inside a warm (hardly warm enough) room, sat a group of students plus one teacher calmly waiting for the arrival of a particular student. One who is almost always late for class. The clock on the bare walls point ten past eight and the teacher patiently waits for the last student to arrive.

The student, oblivious to the fact the entire class has spotted him across the road and is waiting for him to make his due arrival, walks towards the building, pauses for a minute at the door having forgotten the code and finally makes his way into the classroom.

The teacher, gallantly opens the door for him and the only thing that strikes me as this student enters...

Burnt toast.

And the words that leave the student's lips the minute he enters the classroom, leave the two girls sitting by the door in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"My toaster caught on fire."

A highly comical story of the burning toaster ensued and after the fit of laughter and gasping of breath dies down, I say, "Wuiyang, you smell like burnt toast."

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. :D *deep breath.* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.

Honestly! Joey and I almost died laughing. So, apparently, as the story went, Wuiyang went to brush his teeth, leaving the toast in the toaster and... wait a minute, what's that smell? OH MY GOD. Apparently the flame was quite large and burnt the bottom of his cupboard slightly. All the while, his roommate sleeps soundly... The genius throws the toaster into the sink and splashes it with water sending a puff of soot into the air. Now all his clothes smell like toast. HAHAHA.

Story of the bloody year.

Promise of pictures from the loser who almost set fire to his room by toasting bread. :P

trixie,

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