Well, I wasn't exactly picking bits of heater out of the walls, but the bit where the power chord entered the machine burnt through, and sparked and banged, and made the room smokey and the carpet singed. So not exploded, but I think that counts as blowing up, doesn't it?
Scared the ever-loving Christ of me, to be honest. But at least now I know why it hadn;t been working properly the last couple of days.
YOU THINK YOU ARE COLD? I PWN YOUR COLD. IT IS SIX DEGREES RIGHT NOW. IT WAS DOWN TO EIGHT BEFORE I TURNED THE HEATER ON. AND I ONLY HAVE IT ON LOW. MWHAHAHA.
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Scared the ever-loving Christ of me, to be honest. But at least now I know why it hadn;t been working properly the last couple of days.
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Also, eight? Eight DEGREES? I would be a walking blanket pile by that point.
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