24 hours without a post from bingbing and I will assume he is dead. That is what I would say as a bookie... if you want another 24 hours you double the interests
I don't believe it's minutes as mine is set to 6 and it sure as hell doesn't toast for 6 minutes before popping.
Took the time to really think critically about this. It couldn't have been time because: a. Nowhere does it say "min", "minute" or something like that beside the numbers, which is usually a requirement when it's not obvious. b. Household appliances with timers have dials that move. E.g. a microwave, toaster oven dials move toward zero as time elapses. Toaster dial things don't move because they're not recording a period of time.
It became a thing in the last couple of years. It was on one of those lists about "top 17 things that will blow your mind" and people just accepted it as gospel.
My favorite part about this is that bc there's no timer, no one really knows how long a 3 vs a 7 on the toaster really takes. It's all a best guess since no one sits there while their toast gets toasted. I'll sit there if I use the microwave for a minute or two, but ain't no way I'll sit there while my toast gets toasted. Nope, not me. I ain't got time for for waiting 1.....maybe 2 minutes. It's the unknown that makes me shook.
I always sit by to check on occasion. I rarely use a toaster so I never memorize what setting I want my shit toasted on plus bagels don't toast as quick as bread and other stuff like that. I'm not going to make a guesstimate and just be like "YOLO, if that shit comes out burnt then so be it"
For the record, my toaster makes perfect toast if slightly below the “3” on the dial, but if you bump it to around 3.5 it comes out charred. I don’t get it.
Was telling the fiancee about the giant gator I saw while I was out fishing today, and she asks, "Are alligators related to hippos?"
They almost look alike Jokes asides, can you imagine a hippo coming at your boat while you are just fishing. I would shit, pee, try to come one last time and hope that the hippo got me where I can die quick
Back with yet another contribution. We’re eating lunch at the mall with little CUgator this afternoon. Me: assuming we’re walking to Nordstrom after lunch so you can make your returns? Mrs: I’d rather drive (we’re talking 400 yards). I’m nervous waking through the mall these days. Me: are you afraid we’re going to get mugged or what? Mrs: no, I’m afraid of a terrorist attack. Me: stare in disbelief We live in Tampa, mind you.