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[Kumis]

I'll start.
"I thought he loved me, but when my hinges started getting loose he just threw me out and replaced me with a new one!"


Awfully sorry if this counts as spam.

[P(ony)SI]

I thought this was another one of those rascal kitchenbots at first.

[Lectorog]

icwudt

[brainfreez]

If this gives me the urge to buy new kitchen designs then it's surely not spam.

[Xantalos]

PTW and contribute oh yes.

[Megaman]

"He beat me for hours on end, and told me he was tenderizing me for my own good"

[mastahcheese]

"He slammed the door in my face every morning, and then one day just said, 'it's too old', and threw me out just like that."

[Kumis]

I can imagine one of those adverts for the RSPCA or whatever, except with kitchens.

'This counter was abandoned by its owner in an alleyway. It waited for him to come back, yet he never did...'

With a greyscale image, slow zoom-out and a minor key in the background.

[freeformschooler]

I can imagine one of those adverts for the RSPCA or whatever, except with kitchens.

'This counter was abandoned by its owner in an alleyway. It waited for him to come back, yet he never did...'

With a greyscale image, slow zoom-out and a minor key in the background.

Don't forget the sorrowful Sarah McLaughlin song in the background.

Oh wait you didn't. Damn, you guys are good.

[Iceblaster]

I can imagine one of those adverts for the RSPCA or whatever, except with kitchens.

'This counter was abandoned by its owner in an alleyway. It waited for him to come back, yet he never did...'

With a greyscale image, slow zoom-out and a minor key in the background.

Don't forget the sorrowful Sarah McLaughlin song in the background.

Oh wait you didn't. Damn, you guys are good.

You forgot to show its owner with a filter of evil

That way we know it's evil.

[Il Palazzo]

"He was a RV unit, all shiny, moddable, and with low power consumption. He stopped by every evening, bringing me drawers and chocolate cake forms, but to be honest, he had me at jello. One night he stayed for the night. It was the first baking I had in years. Next morning he was gone with my pans and cutlery. I'd never felt so used. Now I'm stuck with this half-baked loaf, and even though I know it's innocent, it constantly reminds me of that night."