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.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.