2004-06-30 | 7:51 a.m. | Goin' to the fridge...
	So much has happened since I last wrote. Marty and I received a letter from an anonymous being, begging for us to set him free. Upon further investigation we noticed the return address was from "Bucholz Refridgerator." We could only deduce from the plastic-like orange goo on the outside of the envelope that Velveeta was behind it all. Naturally, Marty and I approached the fridge without fear, but we were immediately attacked by days-old hot dog. Next came the bombings by moldy grapes and a smoke-screen/gassing by mysterious meat. We ventured past the puddle-of-pudding and leftover mines. We had gotten lost somewhere around the condiment caverns, so we wrangled up a "tinfoil suprise" to help us get radio signals. Just then we found ourselves face to face with the biggst enemy our fridge harbored. Nothing, not even the hot dog in its moldy infancy could compare to... FORGOTTEN MILK JUG!! Its stealth was surpassed only by its smell. I braced myself for battle while Marty pootied with fear. Oh sure we had questions like "How could we miss it?" and "Why didn't we buy soy?" There was no time for questions. After a curdling fight, we finally managed to get FMJ out of the fridge & into the trash. FMJ had solidified, so there was no need for sink disposal. After the long-due removal of FMJ we discovered the glint & gleem of Velveeta's foil-paper. We rescued it from the butter drawer (with much fear of being attacked by other dairy products) and set it free in the dumpster outside. Before it left, it gave us a gift: Apple Juice of Time. At first we were wary; can you trust something given by a literate hunk of Velveeta? We took a whiff and decided nothing was unusual. We drank the Apple Juice of Time heartily. It was as if heaven smiled upon our tastebuds. Reflecting on it now, I'm sure it had fermented because I was feeling giddily chipper and Marty was running and dancing around in just his undies, holding a pair of scissors. The cats were only slightly amused, so they only watched Marty prance like a little pony for a few minutes before they resumed napping. As for us and the fridge? We've stayed on top of clearing it out of expired morsels and we've made friends with the bits we can't part with. It's just easier that way. ~Miss Mari	Last Next Older Rings Profile Calendar Email me The Land of Diaries

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