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DAD WHY
I got home, opened the fridge to get the hummus, and found it next to an open packet of hot dogs, all coated in something fuzzy and green. Continued excavation in an attempt to reach the tortillas revealed FIVE MORE such old open packets of hot dogs, all in varying stages of evolution into Kokedera-esque accidental moss gardens.
There is exactly ONE PERSON in this family who eats fucking hot dogs. Why did he have six fucking packages of the things to begin with, why were they ALL OPEN, and why didn't he NOTICE they were moldy?
The gray-green soymilk at thegeekgene and elongated_tito's house was traumatic enough as it was. I'm going to call a fucking haz-mat disposal company to clean out this family's horrific goddamn fridges from now on.
There is exactly ONE PERSON in this family who eats fucking hot dogs. Why did he have six fucking packages of the things to begin with, why were they ALL OPEN, and why didn't he NOTICE they were moldy?
The gray-green soymilk at thegeekgene and elongated_tito's house was traumatic enough as it was. I'm going to call a fucking haz-mat disposal company to clean out this family's horrific goddamn fridges from now on.