Here's another one for ye (vaguely based on a true story
) Come on people, help the girl keep her job!
[b]Last weekend I was making myself hot chocolate when a flatmate asked me to help him clean the curtains. After pulling them down and spraying them with my scent, I went back to the kitchen, only to discover my hot chocolate had gone cold. Because I really prefer hot chocolate to cold chocolate, I decided to stick the mug in the microwave and nuke it for a few minutes. What my housemate failed to forewarn me about was the contents of the mug exploding all over the inside of the microwave. I tried to drink the dregs that were left, but it really tasted bad. My housemate wouldn't clean out the microwave for me, even though it's his fault I had to use it in the first place. I think he's being really selfish and superficial, and I haven't spoken to him since. Should I move out?
Rupert didn't win the Best Signature Award. He does not exist.