This picture is hilarious.
To me.
About 3 years ago, shortly before we were leaving on a trip from Kodiak to somewhere in the lower 48, Jason decided to have leftover tacos for lunch, while I was upstairs packing.
Why is this important?
Because, shortly after deciding to have leftover tacos for lunch, I heard yelling from downstairs. Because there were flames coming out of the toaster over, lapping at the upper cabinets in the corner of the kitchen, and Jason was panicking.
Perhaps he should have read the warning on the side of the box of taco shells before choosing to reheat said shells in the toaster oven. Sadly, until tonight, he didn't know this warning existed.
He takes comfort in knowing that at least one other person did the same thing.
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