The sad thing is that for once I'm not exaggerating. This is exactly what happened at my dorm last year. No, I still don't know how my roommate managed to start a fire by boiling water. All I know is that I was up until 10 o'clock at night helping her wipe all the smoke stains off of the walls and ceiling because the head managers were going to do a white-glove clean check in a couple of days. The rest of my roommates conveniently showed up after most of the work was already done.
On the plus side, now I can find comfort in knowing that despite all the times my cooking attempts have failed dramatically, I have never screwed up this badly.
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