All smiles, despite the fact we dont have a kitchen anymore

This picture doesn't really do things justice, and you can't see the stuff on the other wall or the ceiling. Needless to say, one of the people we live with are not allowed to cook anymore, unless it is the microwave and under supervision. Those are the stipulations.
How it happened: roommate Sylvia (Asian girl in the white t-shirt, back row) thought that you could put 2 inches of oil in a pot (see the charred remains) and let it cook on high heat for a while...You can't tell in the picture, but under the stove, the light and fan were completely gone, and you can kind of tell, but the George Foreman kind of got a little burnt too...(Among other things that were above. The papertowels were set on fire, and it was just a bad deal. It didn't help that she can't use a fire extinguisher. Then I explained its kind of like a grenade, just pull the pin, but don't throw it...
The culinary impaired should not be allowed to cook. Ever.
This is what happens.
Still trying to get things cleaned up, smoke damage and such. The guy across the hall took the picture of us with our brand new fire extinguisher! Whoooha! (Those are the girls that I live with, plus 3 others that weren't home that night.)
Maybe I can find a better picture, so you can see how bad the damage really was.
Anyways, I'm out for now.