If you press your ear against the refrigerator, do you hear suspicious sounds, possibly emanating from a time portal into the netherworld?
All I can think of is Zool…
Well, the mystery may never be solved. When I got up today I had to go down and check on the fridge, no where to be scene. Perhaps since I didn’t feed it it decided to move on to another home.
Or maybe it’s illicit activities were complete and it’s disappeared into the seedy underworld again.
Omniscient, you let it escape?!? :eek:
Now it will return to the Mothership, & tell the Alien Refridgerator Overlords that Earth is ripe for conquest!
All is lost!
Weeeeirdness.
A couple weeks ago, the old man downstairs was raging drunk, and I kept hearing CRASH! BANG! SMASH! all day long. Finally, his apartment gave birth to a hideous hide-a-bed sofa. He parked it by the Dumpsters, loudly announcing to anyone nearby that he was getting rid of his roommate for complaining too much about all the smoke. Funny looking rommate, I thought, considering the guy doesn’t actually live with anybody.
The next day, I woke up to the sounds of the garbage truck crashing and smashing early in the morning, and peering out the front window, noticed that the sofa was gone. That’ll teach you to complain about smoke, Mr. Sofa. However, later that evening, my husband and I decided to go for a drive along Shilshole, which is just a kilometre or two from here. As we approached the hill by Golden Gardens (a beach/picnic area), there is an overpass for the train tracks, and on the opposite side is a stretch beside the road that is mostly dirt - people must park or turn around there or something. Lo and behold, there was the old man’s smoke-hating roommate - the sofa.
I think it hitch-hiked. :eek:
Soooo… I think the fridge was just hitch-hiking. Maybe it belonged to the old man downstairs and had complained about the smoke, too? If the sofa shows up on your doorstep, just tell him which direction the fridge went.
Anything connected to the Internet can call anywhere they want to these days…
Spay and neuter your appliances, indeed.
Does it run? I mean, does it have little running shoes on the bottom of it.
what?
Get a friend or three, a dolley and about 2am, move the frig to some unsuspecting person’s step a couple blocks over.
Put a note on it saying, " Tag your it!"
Run away.
Drink some beers.
You could start a new game. Refrigerator Tag
And watch the Fridge’s progress through the neighbor.
Ow! I don’t want to tag my it!
<innocent look>
Have there been any odd celestial or meteorological phenomena, such as the stars turning red or the winds howling with the souls of the damned?
Yeah, but is it wireless?
That might explain why it’s getting harder and harder to make a cellphone call around here. All the bandwidth is being pre-empted by appliances making data calls.
No, no, no . . . it’s supposed to be . . . “Land Shark!”
Tripler
“Land shark? What’s that??” ::cue Jaws music::
a friend will help you move. a real friend will help you move a refrigarator with a body in it.
A refrigerator?
You know, I once shot a refrigerator in my pajamas…
Yes! The God of Guilt, from Douglas Adams’ The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul.
Is there a light bulb on the top of the box, does it make a weird grinding noise, maybe The Doctor’s working on a way to fix the broken shapechanging circuit on his T.A.R.D.I.S.?
did you notice any strange Brits hanging around it, an older, balding man, and an attractive young blonde?
If you mean David Tennant, you take that back right now!
If you mean Christopher Eccleston… I just can’t get past the ears.
i understand that refrigerator liberation front raided a lab near there yasterday.
“go, little fridge, be free!!”
Naw, it’s those nice kids that call whenever they see one trying to escape. They also chide abusive store owners who kept Prince Albert in a can.
Least Original User Name Ever get your own orange juice! I ain’t going to get it for you. Oh, and while you are up, can you get me a glass also?
-Otanx