Screw you Orville.

When I see this sitting on the kitchen counter my hair stands straight up, like Marge Simpson, except on FIRE.

I’m not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination, but this demonic popcorn canon has clearly pushed me beyond my limits.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Floor, countertop, sink…

Two points for the cat dish.. RAWRR!!

The crowd goes wild.

Dammit.

HURRY… must find SOMETHING to melt the butter in!

How about mom’s special crystal Princess House coffee mug?

Score.

Nuke butter until it boils over onto microwave tray creating an slippery puddle… check.

Leave it … check.

 Munch on popcorn in front of TV, making sure the carpet critters get their fair share.

Yummmm….

Put GINORMOUS popcorn bowl (that barely fits in sink) …in sink, making sure the kernels float in the dish foam.

Toss butter melting cup into cold dish water for extra slick dishes.

This adventure now requires a broom, vacuum cleaner, extra load of dishes and a shot of Tequila.

I vote for microwave popcorn every. single. time, but NOOOO!!!

It’s a kid thing, that they learned from the man-child.

Popcorn sucks.

The End.