Sunday, February 10, 2008


As I open the door to the refrigerator and not any refrigerator but my best bud's fridge. Something falls out of it onto the floor at my feet. I am not sure what it is. It kind of looks like a disected alien or something. Uhg!!! Oh my god! What is that smell? By now my face is totally deformed with a crinkled nose and squinty eyes. The fumes that are coming from within this science fiction trap is about to knock me off of my feet and not in a goodway. I mean I can hardly gasp for air. Nausea is setting in and I am feeling lightheaded. But, I am on a mission and it is not cleaning this box of the living dead. I am hungry. I need food. However, I am totally grossed out by what is lying at my feet and the fumes permeating my existence. So, I hold my nose, close my eyes and with one outstretched hand I reach into this noxious trap. My hand finds something. It is a hard plastic container. There appears to be spagehtti inside. Spaghettis good.

" Hey Dude, how's the spaghetti these days?"

" If there is anything green clinging to it, just scrape it off. It should be good to go, Man."