Your stink is on my fingers, till the end of time

[lizblackdog]

me vs. the Grimmauld Place fridge: death cage grudge match, this afternoon.

I won. But not easily and not without a price.

I don't think I'll ever be able to look a prawn in the face again as long as I live.

*shudder*

Comments

[nyecamden]

Ooh. You good daughter you.

[nyecamden]

I had someone come round and demonstrate bondage techniques on me today so my Mistress would be able to tie me up safely and securely :-)

[lizblackdog]

ooooooh lucky!

*needs tying up and thrashing*

[topbit]

Just you wait till i get there, young lady.

[lizblackdog]

I live in hope!

Well, in Bournemouth, but same difference...

[randomyst]

Oh my! Yes, I totally understand. My exhusband used to like to stuff junk food wrappers, bags, cans of pop in the corner of the living room/end table/under the sofa. After he left, I endeavoured to clean it all up. Did you know that cream soda left in a pop can long enough creates a volcanic growth of mold. *shudder*

[lizblackdog]

This was the fridge that had the electricity off for a week at the beginning of July. With shrimp and fresh fish in it.

ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.

[mcsassypants]

Oh dear.

*sends sympathy*

I have a hard enough time cleaning my own fridge...

[purplewaxhand]

what happened with the prawns?

[lizblackdog]

they'd been in there for a month. and the electricity was off for a week in July.

...if I hadn't known beforehand they'd been prawns I wouldn't have been able to tell. They were black and orange. I don't think I'll ever be able to rinse the dmell out of my brain.