I wonder what the hell is going on behind closed doors in my refridgerator?
I mean, when I open the door, everything looks so calm and peaceful, a diverse community getting along in perfect harmony, but what about when the door's closed, especially when I'm not home or am asleep?
Do the eggs scramble off their perch & make their way down to the fruit basket to frolic with the apples and oranges?
Does the mustard get ON the hot dog? and what does the ketchup think about it?
Why does the milk just sit there, and never Moooove?
Just WHAT is the left over chicken doing with the Tory over in the corner?
Is the cheese in a pickle because it thinks the lettuce and tomato are full of balogna for suspecting that the wheat bread has a crush on the salami?
Enquiring minds want to know!