tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317828712011-04-22T01:18:49.423-04:00This blog is about my life and travels in Egypt. This means avoiding the sun so I don't get dark and unmarriageable.Kichwa Tembonoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31782871.post-1159278236659780972006-09-26T09:30:00.000-04:002007-02-03T10:17:20.176-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/188/3463/1600/demon%20machine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/188/3463/200/demon%20machine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So, the other day I'm just heading out of my house when I smell smoke. I look into my bathroom and HOLY SHIT SMOKE IS BILLOWING OUT OF MY WASHING MACHINE. The I open up the machine... and a fire breaks out inside! Holy crap! So I panic, and grab a giant pot from the kitchen, fill it with water, and toss the water at the fire but WHOOPS... the pot is metal, and i get ELECTROCUTED. But at least it put the fire out. Then, I turn off the power to the apartment. I calm down... it's OK... I take a picture for the blog. But then it gets really scary... the washing machine drum starts to ROTATE despite the power being cut off. So I'm freaked out cos it's like a washing machine from the exorcist... I pull the plug on it, and finally, all is silent. The apartment smells like burning evil. And had I left the apartment just a minute before, my building would not still be standing.<br /><br />The machine's repaired now but I'm scared to use it =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31782871-115927823665978097?l=clamchowdah.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kichwa Tembonoreply@blogger.com6