It's been awhile since we have payed a visit to Jenny's Sad Fridge, which I like to picture kinda how on Mr. Rogers, when they would take the trolley to the puppet land? Because the food hangs out in there so long that I give them names and personalities.
As of late, something has been seriously stank in there, to the point where my friend Cara came over and refused to let me open it to get a beer out. Luckily, I easily overpowered her, but I was trying to think about what it could be and then this morning I found the culprit:
Which one of my bonehead friends decapped that milk jug. Fess the fuck up. You'd think that given my problems with milk they'd know better. The issue has since been resolved (milk recapped) thanks to Detective Jenny's sleuthing, but it'd be nice if this didn't happen again, allright guys.