These are random thoughts I had while cleaning out my kitchen:
What is that smell?
Is that supposed to look like that?
How many months ago was October?
This is worse than the time the raccoon got caught in the copier.
Man, I must really like cheese.
What is that smell?
When the heck did I buy jam?
That potato looks like Nixon. And that one looks like Frost.
Besides OJ and milk, it appears I only drink Coke, Diet Coke, Tonic, Cranberry Juice, Grenadine, and Jose Cuervo's Margarita Mix. Except they're all mostly full. In fact, it appears that I have gallons and gallons of mixers but barely any liquor left. Good for us.
What is that smell?
Ooooooh, this cheese is still good.
Nom nom nom.
I immediately regret this decision.
Things in the freezer don't expire.
Do they?
Attaaaack of the Killer Tomaaaatoes. Ataaaaaaaaack ...
What is that smell?
Those carrots look like they're going to come alive and attack any second.
Milk was a bad choice.
I have to stop watching Will Ferrell movies.
There's still beer in this.
I have more tortillas than a Mexican stereotype.
I've never seen that shade of green before.
What is that smell?
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