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I keep expecting the BATFEMRE (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives, and Model Rocket Engines) to assume an abusive level of control over microwaveable potatos, potato-chunks, and potato-chunk-laden food products.

It's only a matter of time before someone builds a bobtail-truck-sized microwave, fills it with potatos, and sets it on nine minutes at high power near a major public venue.

A Recovering Liberal

Ah yes, this is why a microwave does not live in my apartment (c:

Ever wonder just how appliances know exactly when to screw up in order to provoke maximum irritation (aka volcanic cursing & swearing)?

Are you sure you're describing a microwave? Sounds suspiciously like my ex, to me.

Buyer Beware! *heh*

Good luck on the dinner replay, and thanks for your great help with my blog today.

Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX


Don't scrub it. Wet a cloth towel and put it on the turntable and hammer it on High for at least three minutes, then let it sit and soak up the steam for another 10. After which, use said towel to simply wipe out the interior of the micro.


I have'nt laughed this hard in weeks!!I'm sure if someone was walking by my R/V they'd think I FINALLY cracked.



WONDERFUL description of the mess. :)


rotflmao...Jeezus, Dude!

And, oh hell yeah...not only is it possible to question the parentage of inanimate objects, you can also make 'em cry.....I know. I've done it.
Piss ME off, will they?

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