I am staring at this second-degree burn on my belly, for this particular shirt I am cooking and cleaning in is misbehaving. The burn was from last week when I forgot to worship at the altar at the steam juicer.
There was a mere trickle of juice coming out, and my hand was cramping up holding the clamp open, so I removed the clamp to get that last tiny bit out of the contraption.
Ha! It rebelled!
Suddenly, the half-full bottle I was hurrying to fill before the juice cooled too much to seal it was suddenly overflowing and I had no clamp!
Out spewed the watermelon-pomegranate-blueberry juice like an evil pen of death! And it wrote across my tummy, practically burning a hole through my shirt!
But here's the odd part: it looks exactly like I wrote my name!
It seems I found a way to actually brand myself.
Freeeaky.
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Branding is cooler than tattoos.
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