I was cooking in my oven the other day when all of the sudden I saw a GIANT cookie pop out of nowhere! I really liked this cookie’s appearance for some reason.. So I decided to ask it a few questions. The first question was if it hurts to be baked in an oven. The cookie said… NO NO NO! It does not hurt! It feels wonderful! As if I were completing my life’s goal!
Zena
She leaned over the over, inhaling the scent of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
“Are they done mom?”
She smiled down at her son, and shut the over door. “Almost.”
He grinned right back, and then went back to dancing around the kitchen, singing his happy cookie song.
Amai
cook food. Hot. Make cookies, and cakes, and casseroles. Deliciousness. Pot roasts. Fragmented sentences. TURKEY. THANKSGIVING. INJUNS!!!
Poop
Thanks for giving me a hot meal every day, for filling my stomach with delicious treats, cakes, lsagna, etc. You give a meaning to getting home at 5p.m. with an empty stomach. THANK YOU!
Carlos von Bertrab
Birds twittered outside as the bright summer sun rose in the sky. I brushed a few stray strands of hair back from my forehead, put on a pair of mittens, and pulled some biscuits out of the oven. I laughed quietly to myself; this scene was quite stereotypical. But still, I enjoyed it.
vish
there are cookies in the oven that smell delicious. when mom use to make the ham during the holidays we would all sit around the oven and take turns basting the ham. the more we basted the sweeter it would come out and everyone would all praise it. thatch why we loved to bast it. the praises were amazing. but it was nothing compared to what the ham actually taste like.
CNH
She sat with her book in her hands. That girl had killed herself by trying to burn herself to death in the oven. What a painful way to die, she thought. The virgin suicides, and yet, they weren’t virgins. Pondering upon the circumstances of all the inconsequential things, she began to realize the weight of the world. She shut her book, opened her oven, and took out her cupcakes.
claire
Some of my most creative inventions come out of my oven…some intentionally, some are simply happy accidents.
Maia
hot and needs cleaning. we need one of this floor and because of our lack, there are no pies or anything in that field
Anonymous
The oven is warming. Our night is falling. Earlier each day the evening begins. He is on his way, I wait for the whistles. The oven is ready, soon so will our dinner be. I’m waiting.
Jill
Burning hot, four ranges of an open plane of spiraling metallic heat. We place upon you with trust out nourishment and you provide. Open wide your mouth and give us such wonderful treats. Thank you dear oven.
Matthew Laurion
Sylvia Plath put her head in the oven to kill herself. Who knows why she did it. It’s really scary to kill yourself that way. And quite frustrating when someone does this because you never know their reasons.
Anonymous
hot heat burning my fingers before I even realize. I once watched my mother’s blouse catch on fire. I wasn’t sure how to react – laugh or smile? Ovens often bring good things out of horrible places.
There’s nothing more delicious than smelling fresh cinnamon rolls early sunday morning.
Ceira
the door closes on me, and i feel trapped. hot air pours out from under me, and i can’t help ubt scream. my mind races, and i cant think of a thing to do! just as im about to suffocate myself by screaming, to door opens and i tumble out, unharmed/
Anonymous
oven
i dont know what i have to say about an oven
i for whatever reason think of really bad jew jokes when i think of oven
i kind of have a sense of humor between really dry and dull to really mean and morbid…
so yea.
my boy friend is jewish, actually.
i got most of my jew jokes from him.
i wont tell any though
i dont wanna offend.
mAc
Seems like everone I know has a bun in the oven. They want to get the second, third, fourth…out of the way. I am enjoying my one bun that’s simply perfect (though she can have her salty days!)
actor
COOKING IS WHAT I WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW. I AM HUNGRY. HUNGRY FOR LOVE, FOR FRIENDS, FOR A SMIPLE SMILE, FOR A HUG, FOR A STRAGNER TO BE A FRIEND. I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME… I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO DO WITH MY LIFE. I AM LOST. I STATRED WRITING ABOUT THE THOUGHT OF THAT WORD AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE… OVEN… AND THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH. HOW FUCK UP AM I? DO YOU NEED HELP TOO? I CAN HELP, MAYBE I CAN’T BUT I CAN TRY TO. JUST LET ME KNOW AND I MIGHT BE THERE FOR YOU. BUT I MIGHT JUST KEEP TO MYSELF BECAUSE I NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO MY SELF BEFORE I HELP YOU SO I AM SORRY BUT I CAN’T BE THERE FOR YOU. DONT HATE ME FOR IT. JUST TRY TO UNDERSTAND.
KRISTI
I’ve got a fish in the oven.
svankiE
I opened my oven and popped some cookie dough in. I’m prety sure I screwed it up. When I took the cookies out of the oven, they were flat to the pan and tasted like shit. They made me want to barf huge choclate chunks all over the front of the oven.
Bob
I like to have my bun in the oven.
Ricky Martin
Its hot and makes yummy stuff, except when there is a bun in it. A bun in the oven depicting something completely different than the cooking of food, but they can be self-cleaning and gas or electric.
Doh
I really want to clean the oven, but I have nothing to clean it with.
So, I asked the dragon next door to come over and breathe in the oven.
Sure enough, he sets the kitchen on fire.
Why couldn’t I live next to a maid?
-ls/cm
The oven was hot and steamed with the smell of roasting witch. Hansel and Gretel stood around her twitching feet, playing chess and other games, laughing and breathing in the smells and wondering when their new meal would be done. “Turnabout is fair play.” Whispered Gretel playfully.
E.S. Wynn
what is oneword?
bev
plurk
plurk
plurk
Anonymous
ovens are hot. you bake an assortment of delicious goods in the oven. I most enjoy oven baked pasta. Ovens also have sad connotations and are featured in poor taste jokes about the Holocaust. Ovens are nothing to laugh about. When they break life begins to suck. You can’t heat anything up.
Caroline H.
I love the feeling of heat. When it’s hotter than an oven in mid summer at noon. It’s something that just slowly consumes you like warm honey oozing all over. It make s me feel safe and secure. Loved hugged.. SOmetimes I think I don’t get enough physical contact in my life. heat makes me feel like I do
jill
the oven is on fire! there is a dead cat in the oven. the fire fighter is coming to try to save the cat from the oven. but it is too late. it’s already dead..what a pity.
weirdo
Rolling out
Shaping and kneading
Pulling and stretching
Into the heat
Transformation
Sweet Goodness
celia
The oven started to smell unexpectedly. Mary didn’t realized that the chicken was burning until after she had dried her hair. She didn’t notice the smell because that burnt hair smell filled her nostrils instead. She ran to the kitchen to realize that the chicken was a lost cause.
Kelsey
As the snow falls, Chelsea is welcomed into her home by the smell of fresh cookies in the oven. Mmm…toasty!
Leonard
glove
Anonymous
My oven is clean. Spic and Span clean – mostly because I hardly use it. That is not good. I should use it more, and now that I have had this moment to think about it, I think I WILL use it more. Mmm…roast beef…
puffintart
I fuck a ton of fat chicks. When I’m super hard, I take my oven and throw a ton of jews inside of the oven. I find burning jews in the oven to be fucking hilarious. I did it a million and one times during the Holocaust and I swear I’ll do it again! All those fucking jews think it’s funny to mock me, Hitler, but now it’s all going downhill for those jewish fuckers. I will shine again. I am hitler. Zeig Heil!
Adolf <3
I often mix up the words oven and stove. Now I know that ovens are below and stoves are on top. You can boil water in a pan on a stove. You can bake cookies in an oven. Ovens get really hot. You can pre-heat them.
Merika
my oven was hot, like a virgin stripper, her first night on the pole. i baked a cherry pie first, then vanilla cake, and chocolate chip cookies. god, the taste set my mouth off
bucket
I love my oven, except when it gets dirty, then it is no fun at all. And they say they are self-cleaning!!!
Jeni
open oven market place was full of tomatoessd brge’
and well thats the oven and this is how its going to happen folks forks internet pejhfgwe
hi this is me writing about an oven and well ovens are lovely
Jello
its too hot in here. definitely too hot in here. Her..she’s too hot. Not good looking…just too hot for me. crazy.
I was cooking in my oven the other day when all of the sudden I saw a GIANT cookie pop out of nowhere! I really liked this cookie’s appearance for some reason.. So I decided to ask it a few questions. The first question was if it hurts to be baked in an oven. The cookie said… NO NO NO! It does not hurt! It feels wonderful! As if I were completing my life’s goal!
She leaned over the over, inhaling the scent of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
“Are they done mom?”
She smiled down at her son, and shut the over door. “Almost.”
He grinned right back, and then went back to dancing around the kitchen, singing his happy cookie song.
cook food. Hot. Make cookies, and cakes, and casseroles. Deliciousness. Pot roasts. Fragmented sentences. TURKEY. THANKSGIVING. INJUNS!!!
Thanks for giving me a hot meal every day, for filling my stomach with delicious treats, cakes, lsagna, etc. You give a meaning to getting home at 5p.m. with an empty stomach. THANK YOU!
Birds twittered outside as the bright summer sun rose in the sky. I brushed a few stray strands of hair back from my forehead, put on a pair of mittens, and pulled some biscuits out of the oven. I laughed quietly to myself; this scene was quite stereotypical. But still, I enjoyed it.
there are cookies in the oven that smell delicious. when mom use to make the ham during the holidays we would all sit around the oven and take turns basting the ham. the more we basted the sweeter it would come out and everyone would all praise it. thatch why we loved to bast it. the praises were amazing. but it was nothing compared to what the ham actually taste like.
She sat with her book in her hands. That girl had killed herself by trying to burn herself to death in the oven. What a painful way to die, she thought. The virgin suicides, and yet, they weren’t virgins. Pondering upon the circumstances of all the inconsequential things, she began to realize the weight of the world. She shut her book, opened her oven, and took out her cupcakes.
Some of my most creative inventions come out of my oven…some intentionally, some are simply happy accidents.
hot and needs cleaning. we need one of this floor and because of our lack, there are no pies or anything in that field
The oven is warming. Our night is falling. Earlier each day the evening begins. He is on his way, I wait for the whistles. The oven is ready, soon so will our dinner be. I’m waiting.
Burning hot, four ranges of an open plane of spiraling metallic heat. We place upon you with trust out nourishment and you provide. Open wide your mouth and give us such wonderful treats. Thank you dear oven.
Sylvia Plath put her head in the oven to kill herself. Who knows why she did it. It’s really scary to kill yourself that way. And quite frustrating when someone does this because you never know their reasons.
hot heat burning my fingers before I even realize. I once watched my mother’s blouse catch on fire. I wasn’t sure how to react – laugh or smile? Ovens often bring good things out of horrible places.
There’s nothing more delicious than smelling fresh cinnamon rolls early sunday morning.
the door closes on me, and i feel trapped. hot air pours out from under me, and i can’t help ubt scream. my mind races, and i cant think of a thing to do! just as im about to suffocate myself by screaming, to door opens and i tumble out, unharmed/
oven
i dont know what i have to say about an oven
i for whatever reason think of really bad jew jokes when i think of oven
i kind of have a sense of humor between really dry and dull to really mean and morbid…
so yea.
my boy friend is jewish, actually.
i got most of my jew jokes from him.
i wont tell any though
i dont wanna offend.
Seems like everone I know has a bun in the oven. They want to get the second, third, fourth…out of the way. I am enjoying my one bun that’s simply perfect (though she can have her salty days!)
COOKING IS WHAT I WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW. I AM HUNGRY. HUNGRY FOR LOVE, FOR FRIENDS, FOR A SMIPLE SMILE, FOR A HUG, FOR A STRAGNER TO BE A FRIEND. I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME… I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO DO WITH MY LIFE. I AM LOST. I STATRED WRITING ABOUT THE THOUGHT OF THAT WORD AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE… OVEN… AND THIS IS WHAT I CAME UP WITH. HOW FUCK UP AM I? DO YOU NEED HELP TOO? I CAN HELP, MAYBE I CAN’T BUT I CAN TRY TO. JUST LET ME KNOW AND I MIGHT BE THERE FOR YOU. BUT I MIGHT JUST KEEP TO MYSELF BECAUSE I NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO MY SELF BEFORE I HELP YOU SO I AM SORRY BUT I CAN’T BE THERE FOR YOU. DONT HATE ME FOR IT. JUST TRY TO UNDERSTAND.
I’ve got a fish in the oven.
I opened my oven and popped some cookie dough in. I’m prety sure I screwed it up. When I took the cookies out of the oven, they were flat to the pan and tasted like shit. They made me want to barf huge choclate chunks all over the front of the oven.
I like to have my bun in the oven.
Its hot and makes yummy stuff, except when there is a bun in it. A bun in the oven depicting something completely different than the cooking of food, but they can be self-cleaning and gas or electric.
I really want to clean the oven, but I have nothing to clean it with.
So, I asked the dragon next door to come over and breathe in the oven.
Sure enough, he sets the kitchen on fire.
Why couldn’t I live next to a maid?
The oven was hot and steamed with the smell of roasting witch. Hansel and Gretel stood around her twitching feet, playing chess and other games, laughing and breathing in the smells and wondering when their new meal would be done. “Turnabout is fair play.” Whispered Gretel playfully.
what is oneword?
plurk
plurk
ovens are hot. you bake an assortment of delicious goods in the oven. I most enjoy oven baked pasta. Ovens also have sad connotations and are featured in poor taste jokes about the Holocaust. Ovens are nothing to laugh about. When they break life begins to suck. You can’t heat anything up.
I love the feeling of heat. When it’s hotter than an oven in mid summer at noon. It’s something that just slowly consumes you like warm honey oozing all over. It make s me feel safe and secure. Loved hugged.. SOmetimes I think I don’t get enough physical contact in my life. heat makes me feel like I do
the oven is on fire! there is a dead cat in the oven. the fire fighter is coming to try to save the cat from the oven. but it is too late. it’s already dead..what a pity.
Rolling out
Shaping and kneading
Pulling and stretching
Into the heat
Transformation
Sweet Goodness
The oven started to smell unexpectedly. Mary didn’t realized that the chicken was burning until after she had dried her hair. She didn’t notice the smell because that burnt hair smell filled her nostrils instead. She ran to the kitchen to realize that the chicken was a lost cause.
As the snow falls, Chelsea is welcomed into her home by the smell of fresh cookies in the oven. Mmm…toasty!
glove
My oven is clean. Spic and Span clean – mostly because I hardly use it. That is not good. I should use it more, and now that I have had this moment to think about it, I think I WILL use it more. Mmm…roast beef…
I fuck a ton of fat chicks. When I’m super hard, I take my oven and throw a ton of jews inside of the oven. I find burning jews in the oven to be fucking hilarious. I did it a million and one times during the Holocaust and I swear I’ll do it again! All those fucking jews think it’s funny to mock me, Hitler, but now it’s all going downhill for those jewish fuckers. I will shine again. I am hitler. Zeig Heil!
I often mix up the words oven and stove. Now I know that ovens are below and stoves are on top. You can boil water in a pan on a stove. You can bake cookies in an oven. Ovens get really hot. You can pre-heat them.
my oven was hot, like a virgin stripper, her first night on the pole. i baked a cherry pie first, then vanilla cake, and chocolate chip cookies. god, the taste set my mouth off
I love my oven, except when it gets dirty, then it is no fun at all. And they say they are self-cleaning!!!
open oven market place was full of tomatoessd brge’
and well thats the oven and this is how its going to happen folks forks internet pejhfgwe
hi this is me writing about an oven and well ovens are lovely
its too hot in here. definitely too hot in here. Her..she’s too hot. Not good looking…just too hot for me. crazy.