It's time to play... WHAT! IS! THAT?!
 

Meatballs.

No wait, buffalo testicles.

It looks like rotten fruit.

I'm going to go with some variety of mushroom.

A fetus in a plastic bag.

Chocolate dipped monkey brains!

Look guys, I know this isn't how game shows are supposed to go, but, I really don't know the answer. I have been trying to remember what I put in my fruit/vegetable draw, and when, but I have no memory of this event.

It never occurred to me that perhaps I blacked-out, broke into labor and delivery at the hospital, and fist-punched a hole into a sleeping woman's stomach, stealing the sweet baby meat from her womb, only to wake up having forgotten the whole incident.


I have a feeling knk is the closest. So I'll give him this round!

Dude, clean out your fridge!

This is the most plausible answer.

The world's first comedy

Starring Aston Kutsther and Angry Anderson

Ever have tofu liquefy in your fridge?

I... I think I have.

...






The smell really wasn't as bad as expected.

I had oozy potatoes swimming around in a cupboard.


The juice had the look and consistency of maple syrup and the smell of a landfill waterfall.

Basically this is a thread to tell us about all the gross, rotting trash in your house.


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Item: bread

Location Found: Behind Microwave

Time Elapsed: unknown


&


Item: Apricot jelly

Location Found: Refrigerator Door, middle shelf

Time Elapsed: unknown

This reminds me of the story of Richard Mo's Sandwiches.

The key fact in this story is that Richard Mo's Sandwiches were never actually Richard Mo's, they were mine.

In infants school I was sent off to school each morning with sandwiches; cheese, jam, peanutbutter; it didn't matter the flavour, I hated them all. So instead of eating them I would hide them behind cupboards and other furniture. One day, some of my old rotten sandwiches were found somehow. A shout went up among the children that Richard Mo's sandwiches had been found.

Richard Mo was the Chinese kid, to the other kids he was different, unusual. I suppose it was natural to assume his sandwiches would appear equally different, equally unusual. So while I kept tight lipped, the other children excited themselves with the find of the day; that these were Richard Mo's sandwiches, and Richard Mo himself was slightly distressed as he tried earnestly to protest to the contary.

Ha ha ha, ahh, we were such cute little racists back then.