Saturday afternoon, I'm in my room, leisurely watching some crappy marathon on MTV when all of a sudden I hear a loud pop and the electricity goes out. I walk out of my room, Jaclyn's having a minor panic attack and the entire apartment smells like a Whirlyball court.
Apparently as Jaclyn was plugging in her straightener, a bunch sparks shot out of the outlet and blew a fuse. That Whirlyball smell was probably ozone from the sparks (thanks, Wikipedia Reference desk/Archives/Miscellaneous). So we flip the circuit back on and go check out this outlet. Brett tries to get a closer look at the outlet in question and simply nudges it with his finger. More sparks. More fuses blown. Slightly more profanity.
TIME TO MOVE.
Oh, and then there's this. I mean, if we're moving into a new place and we're considering redecorating, we should totally make this the centerpiece of our new living room.
things i love: this. i want that giant nintendo.
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