It's a big, cold, magic box. If you stare into it long enough the mysteries of the universe will be revealed. Or, at least, something yummy will present itself.
'War Stories'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
As we all do, don't deny it.
You evidently have things in your fridge. This is not a problem for me.
No, I do it even when I know there's nothing in there. Because I'm always sure something's hiding that I've forgotten about.
I'm sure there's some asspull evo-psych reason for it all.
As we all do, don't deny it.
I even do it on days when I know every single item in it, how they might possibly combine, and that I want absolutely none of it. Sometimes several times an hour. What do I think is going to happen?
Sometimes she turns around and asks, "Juice box?" She had a juice box once, weeks ago, at a picnic. We have never had them in the fridge.
Toddlers never forget, man.
Now I'm hungry.
I have water in my fridge, and juice concentrate.
And other things, but I only open it to throw them out periodically, or maybe replace them if I'm feeling particularly industrious.
this week in absurdity:
a man, driving a couch and table, sets speed world record for going more than 100 mph.
This dress makes me shiver.
Heh. I knew what it was without even clicking.
Also, they're not cow nipples, they're cow teets.