Actually, I took those photos a few days ago, and I loaded them when I found the cable to my camera. I found them so I could send Adam that picture of Chinese Jack Daniels.
Now, my fridge has a plate of four used tea bags on it. It's apparently an old, ancient Chinese folk remedy to remove bad smells from refrigerators. The awesome thing is that it actually works.
It's like having some weird meat filled balloon in your mouth. Yes. I had this discussion with a female friend today while our other, prudish, friend covered his ears and hummed land of hope and glory
Note: I kinda had to cheat on this. I'm not familiar with my webcam (just bought it at Goodwill), so the pictures didn't take the first time. Fortunately, I hadn't mixed anything yet when I noticed this, so I was able to return everything to its original place and take the pictures.
Pickles, huh? Well, pickle actually. There's only one left. Let's see what we're mixing it with.
While pickle juice and diet soda would be interesting, those all belong to my roommate. I'll have to go one row higher.
Mustard it is!
Tiny portions gently drizzled with questionable sauce. Just like fancy restaurants used to make! If only I had a sprig of parsley on the side.
That's not so bad, actually. Just tastes like mustard and pickles. Let's make this more interesting...
Sure a small bite is fine, but how does it taste en masse?
Still pretty tame.
Well, there's no more pickle. But there is plenty juice, and that Diet Dr. Pepper was in the rightful spot in the fridge...
A nice, tall glass of potential nightmares.
And down the hatch!
OH LORD, IT'S HORRIBLE! All the wrong mixtures of sweet and sour! I'm afraid to take too deep a swig for fear that I will spew it all over my computer.
Okay, I managed to swallow half a mouthful (after a few failed attempts) but I immediately started gagging. "Oh no," my stomach told me, "We don't want THAT garbage down here. We're sending it back!" I managed to keep it down, but my stomach was not happy. He kept gurgling and complaining, trying to send it back time and time again, though never as forcefully as that first instance.
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Now, my fridge has a plate of four used tea bags on it. It's apparently an old, ancient Chinese folk remedy to remove bad smells from refrigerators. The awesome thing is that it actually works.
Go buy food.
One guy had dressing and drywall spackling as his combination. Luckily he was smart enough to decline the challenge.
Top Right?
Hmm...Okay, that can't be too bad. I definitely don't have milk, so what's bottom left?
Sigh, very well...
I hope the rules will allow me to add water?
Wow, looks appetising.
I'll admit to having seen a few cocks in my time, but never so messy!
It can be put off no longer! I hungrily guzzle down the cock!
So what does 34 pence worth of cock taste like?
Not so great, actually...
It's like having some weird meat filled balloon in your mouth. Yes. I had this discussion with a female friend today while our other, prudish, friend covered his ears and hummed land of hope and glory
I CALL SHENANIGANS!!!
It's why I keep all the milk I own inside of a refrigerator.
Applesauce, that's not so bad.
Let's just take a look at the door and, oh crap.
Here we go.
Trust me, this is more than enough.
Honestly, habanero apple sauce is pretty damn tasty.
You brew now?
We give her a half can at a time, so half the can ends up in the fridge.
(I do.)
Pickles, huh? Well, pickle actually. There's only one left. Let's see what we're mixing it with.
While pickle juice and diet soda would be interesting, those all belong to my roommate. I'll have to go one row higher.
Mustard it is!
Tiny portions gently drizzled with questionable sauce. Just like fancy restaurants used to make! If only I had a sprig of parsley on the side.
That's not so bad, actually. Just tastes like mustard and pickles. Let's make this more interesting...
Still pretty tame.
Well, there's no more pickle. But there is plenty juice, and that Diet Dr. Pepper was in the rightful spot in the fridge...
A nice, tall glass of potential nightmares.
And down the hatch!
OH LORD, IT'S HORRIBLE! All the wrong mixtures of sweet and sour! I'm afraid to take too deep a swig for fear that I will spew it all over my computer.
Okay, I managed to swallow half a mouthful (after a few failed attempts) but I immediately started gagging. "Oh no," my stomach told me, "We don't want THAT garbage down here. We're sending it back!" I managed to keep it down, but my stomach was not happy. He kept gurgling and complaining, trying to send it back time and time again, though never as forcefully as that first instance.