Flaming Spatulas and Comedy Dreams

Last week I discovered my roommate can juggle flaming spatulas while reciting the entire Bee Movie

script backwards. I walked into our kitchen at 2am for water and there he was,

three kitchen utensils ablaze, mumbling about jazz and Barry Benson in reverse.

The smoke alarm wasn't even fazed anymore. Turns out he'd been practicing for months

in secret because his ex said he had no interesting skills. The kicker? During his grand

finale attempt, he tried to catch all three spatulas behind his back. Missed spectacularly.

One landed in the sink, one stuck to the ceiling fan, and the third somehow

ended up in my cereal box the next morning. But here's the wild part. He filmed everything