I was young and foolish. I tried to cook a taco in a toaster. I mean, why not, right? The toaster was just sitting there, all alone on the counter, begging to be used for something more interesting than just toasting bread.
Big mistake. The taco shell exploded, the cheese melted into the toaster coils, and the whole kitchen was a mess.
I was left standing there, covered in cheese dust, wondering what I had just done. The toaster was a charred, shell-shattered ruin. My kitchen was a war zone.
Regrets are like old, moldy cheese. They only get stronger with age.
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