Toasters Vs. Blenders: The Final Battle Part 2

The title is sort of misleading because, due my constant talk of dangerous fire-breathing goats and toaster-blenders wars, I've added a love story to the story of the epic world-changing war betwixt Toasters and Blenders.

No, I will not give them names with some connection to Romeo and Juliet, like every other movie and story. I refuse to, I read Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and although I love Shakespeare, This is different. The blender is not thirteen. The Toaster has not already previously fallen madly in love with a blender. And this story will not end with the 'oh happy dagger!'  'I am thy sheath' *stab*. No. This is an unrelated forbidden love story to make my descriptions and depictions of appliance wars seem less violent.

If I ever felt the need to create an image to convince someone of my love for them, this would be it.


Speaking of which, I'm ambitiously planning to do a post every day in February leading up to Valentine's Day, because everyone has a love-hate relationship with Valentine's Day. Fourteen Days of Terror. Fourteen Days of Too Much. Fourteen Days of Love and Chocolate?

Toasters Vs. Blenders: The Final Battle Part 1

An epic battle is ranging as we speak in the world of appliances. The blenders, prized by fancy alcohols everywhere and summer smoothie drinkers, is at war with the toast-popping and bagel-warming toaster.


It started with a simple conflict at a popular watering hole for electrical appliances, the Eastern Outlet Fields. A dispute erupted between a four-slot toaster and a professional grade blender, since then the two appliances have been bitter enemies and rivals.

Troops have been mustered, wires have went flying, lids have been left off, toast has filled the air, with casualties on both sides. Who can say which will be the last appliance standing?
The Tribal Toasters or the Blender Clans


Make no mistake people, the food will fly and only one with remain in kitchens across America.