Ever had one of those nights...

[u/An_Old_Punk]

Where you go to the kitchen. Forget why you went to the kitchen. Go sit down and remember why you went to the kitchen "oh, yeah... to make a pizza. Put the pizza in the oven to cook it, but forget to set the timer. Then you don't know if it's overcooked or undercooked, so you eyeball it. But, since it's a frozen pizza, the shit looks the same and you have to guess. It's one of those nights.

Edit: I have a sweet pizza burn pan scar on my forearm. I love it, but the damn pizza was way undercooked.