Okay, now you've done it. Toast and sister in law tales forthcoming.
She watched our dumb dog a few weekends ago while we were camping, and when we got home, I just knew SOMETHING would be fucky. She is like 4 for 4 so far this year, (ripped top off of washing machine, left a pile of soaking wet towels on top of the washing machine for 6 days, etc.)
Well, we get home, and the wife had bought Thomas bagels cuz there were no Franz..(vastly superior, but I digress) So the first day, the shitty Thomas bagel tore fucky and there was a chunk on one side sticking out. I toast it, smells burnt. Take it out...the chunk is charred. Case solved. Next day...toast a shitty Thomas bagel, and it smells shitty again. Figure it's some residual from the day before. Dismiss it. Next day, the same. Dismiss it. Finally decide to tip it over and dump the crumbs out.
There are two..not one, but TWO whole cherry pop tarts stuck down in the bottom. (the retards eat em'). They'll slip thru the cage like 1 out of 100 tries, and her dumbass manages to do it twice in one setting, and then either just magically forgot, or washed her hands of it, and walked the fuck away.
I swear to God...this woman hurts my soul.