So there's this huge oven we cook the potatoes in, right? Well, I was rotating them out: the done ones into the drawer to keep 'em warm, the uncooked ones in. Ok, well, this oven is like, super freakin' hot. And I took out the tray of taters and had to back up as to not hit this guy with the super-heated tray. Well, in so doing, I tap my arm on the door. I felt that I tapped it and continued on with the whole process, and after I finish I look at my arm just to see if it did anything. It did. At first it looks like just a white mark on my arm. It turns out that it was white 'cause the skin there had pretty much melted off. That's kinda why it didn't hurt either. But it's all good. I'm going to have a wicked scar there. Just add to my collection. Maybe I shouldn't work in the kitchen (not like I have a choice). Cut my finger with the large knife the first day. This burn today. Who knows what's next. Put a knife through my hand? Cut off a finger? Slip and slam my face into the oven? That would hurt. Anyways. I'll talk to youins later.
~master skipper
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