Anyways, I get up today and I think to myself 'I'm hungry, I think I'll cook myself some chicken tenders for lunch and make enough so I can make a wrap to take with me to work for dinner'.

I preheat the oven, sit down to watch another episode of Chip Cheezum's Killer7 LP when I start to smell something burning.

I run out into the kitchen to find smoke drifting out from where the burners are.

Alarmed, I fling open the door to the over and...

My mom's ashtray was inside.

Like, what the hell, why did she put it there and why didn't she warn me last night when she talked to me that she did and fjhsajkfsa.

So my apartment has smelt like gently burning paper for the last hour and it's completely ruined my appetite.

I still need to throw something together for dinner at work though.

euch