Sit down, pour yourself a drink and catch THIS shit. A woman in Washington State was cooking dinner when she was suddenly shot in the leg. When I read this I was immediately reminded of the 80's show, Dallas . Who the hell would shoot a cooking woman??! Was it... An ungrateful but hungry child? A pissed off husband, determined to never eat that goddamned meatloaf again? The envious neighbor who is jealous of her award winning road kill pie? It sure as hell wasn't JR. No, it turns out that the stove itself shot her. Yes, I know this doesn't sound possible. If a stove could have feelings of murderous rage, my GE would have doubtlessly busted a cap in my ass years ago. But I think we can safely say that stoves don't have feelings. Plus? They don't have opposable thumbs, making pulling the trigger extremely difficult (so they say). There are, apparently, three quick steps to getting a cap busted in your leg by your stove: 1. Purchase a case of bullets. 2. Spill said bu...
Like sex, but with a B.