My Fridge:
Left On my Bed. Instead. No worries. I can sleep around it.
I’ve got enough left-over food (some weeks gone-by of age-Waste not. Want not!) in my fridge to ‘Feed Cox’s Army’
‘Feed Cox’s Army…’ An expression Janet used to hurl at me upon often occasion.
Anyway… I got NO Room! No ROOM! For my Beer! But I don’t care!
I am sorta European in this regard.
I LOVE Warm Beer!
Yes! Yes! Yes! I know:
I am pure-dee Bona-Fide White Trash.
And I LOVE TV Dinners!
(If the sauce is not too blue)
Astute observers will note the Ouija Board in this below video.
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Added Value:
Fairy Queen,
You know what I do when I have only moldy old food?
I pretend I am in Auschwitz.
And I thank God I have anything to eat at all.
True.
This is what I do.
Then I eat.
And thank God.
Which us a stretch for me, being an atheist.
Dearest Fairy.
I live in a sleezy hotel.
There is no kitchen.
No proper sink
“No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain’t got no cigarettes”
I am an awesome cook.
But I require a kitchen for that.
https://texantales.com/2020/08/07/daniel-and-lance-and-the-lions-den/
So what is the food you prefer? Only pizza? You never cook anything?