We were at the Subway apartments last night. Emily’s boyfriend was in town from Kentucky. He was leaning on the stove (anyone see something wrong). Well, he caught on fire. I’m totally serious on this one. I was a few feet away from him and saw flames coming from his rear. Someone yelled “stop, drop, and roll,” which he did, and it worked (never would’ve though). Well, he’s fine, so it’s OK to laugh. It really was hillarious.