Werite a descriptive essay on ang
unusal of humorous incident you
might have witnessed or experienced
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Answer:On the 21st of December 2014
I invited my friend over for lunch boasting about what a good cook I am.I decided to make white pasta but while cooking it a notification popped up on my phone telling me a new delena video had just been published. Unable to resist, I abandoned the pasta at the most crucial moment and sat on the kitchen slab watching delena videos and occasionally when I would see a comment supporting stelena, I would argue by writing rather long passages in description telling them which episodes they should watch to realise that they had a cute banter, the had sexual tension, chemistry, in short they were perfect.
However, whilst I was doing all this, My nose smelled the burning smell of pasta but a little late because my nose has been best friends with the tubelight since my nose was too little. Basically, I smell everthing but after a little delay.
I could do nothing because a my luck has it the bell rang that very moment, Now I could not and would never admit defeat and say I can't cook. So being bold, I tried my best to pour the burnt pasta on the plate which was half black and half white and served it to my friend who looked at me giving me an expression which said in all CAPS ' how does one even manage to burn pasta?'
Being the shameless person that I am who no matter what did not believe in preserving what little dignity I had left, I began to rant
" If the pasta had any idea" I was saying dramatically, moving my hands now and then to emphasise my point further" any idea at all that it has to go in your belly, the great king of the kings, it would never have dared to burn. It's just because the pasta happened to be unaware, that it burnt"
My friend looked at me in disbelief, ' really, you expect me to buy this excuse, if you want to make an excuse at least make a logical one'
" Look," I said trying and successfully failing in applying a different approach" if the pasta itself wishes to burn then there is nothing the chef can do" I said gesturing to myself and then added with anger when I realised the soft,'I don't know what's going on' approach wasn't working
" Let's leave my burnt pasta out of it, do you know how to boil eggs, actually scratch that, do you even know how to boil water?? stop giving me judgemental looks and think that you yourself have never even put your feet in the kitchen " before I could continue, my friend raised her hands in surrender admitting defeat. I smiled satisfactorily but after 5 seconds I started laughing because of the ridiculous excuse I gave and because of how I tried to personify things and a second later my friend joined but his hand brushed a painting on the wall rather harshly and it fell on his head, it didn't hurt but it did make the two of us double in laughter