Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Kyle



Dude, I'm totally winning this bet. Nothing but Mr. Pibb for a week? Cake. That DS is MINE.

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Noel



Hey, so you hungry? We got all kinds of food in here. I think some of it's Sam's, but he's chill, so just take whatever you want. You like pomegranates? Man, whose soda is this? Aw yeah Donovan didn't eat all the peanut butter! Have I told you about our peanut butter? It's pretty sweet. We make it here. We're trying to get our organic farm going but for now it's just the co-op. Yeah we have room for a farm! I mean, it's more garden-sized. But have you ever just, like, lived off of the land? It's so powerful, living off the land. No, I haven't, but I raised chickens back at Pitzer, you know, before I moved to Mexico. Yeah I wanna move back. It was the most extraordinary experience of my life, just living day to day and feeling the sand between my toes and riding the bus with old Mexican women. I can't believe you didn't study abroad. I really just found myself there, you know. They didn't have have soy milk there. Only downside! Did you want a Tofurkey sandwich or something?

Liz

Brandon, your father and I are flying up to Aunt Susan's for the weekend in Fremont, and I know you'd rather come with us, but I just can't allow you to miss another week of classes. Your AP Physics final is coming up, and you really should spend some time studying for that. Brandon, listen to me. Thank you. Now I've prepared meals for this week, but your father thought you might also want some money for pizza for this weekend. I would like receipts, young man. I don't know how exactly you're spending your money but—please, Brandon, pay attention! Now each of the smaller meals are for your lunches and the larger meals are for dinner. You can reheat them in the oven but Brandon, you must take them out of the plastic before doing so! Oh I can't believe we thought leaving you would be a good idea. Please keep the house clean, Brandon. Pick up your socks. And take the trash out, would you?

Ross



Yeah, man, it's gonna be sweet. Fully stocked. Nah, man, I'm not throwing a barbeque. Don't come hungry, come thirsty. There's no food at my place. Maybe some frozen pizzas, I don't know, you think I shop for groceries? Nah, man. All beer. And
good beer too. We graduated college two days ago so don't come expecting Natty Ice or shit like that. Yeah, yeah, I got a can of PBR. Nostalgia's sake, y'know. It's got your name on it, bro. Man, this is the last party I'm throwing before I head back to Worcester to live with my parents. We gotta rage. I can't believe you're staying here. Place is the dumps! You wanna take a half-empty bottle of Sriracha off my hands? Okay, fine, see ya, man. Peace.

Refrigerator Stories


RI•FRIJ•UH•REY•TER: a box, room, or cabinet in which food, drink, etc., are kept cool by means of ice or mechanical refrigeration.