This old brown thing is what I call the fridge of death. After cycling the 2 main fridges he stores things me and my grandmother declare rotten in here for him to "take care of." Just an incident the other night he had brought home a week old salad that contained dairy from his niece's house they took home for Cody's road house. The smells where just sicking. Of coarse he yelled at me and my grandmother to leave it because he was going to eat it anyways. The lettuce was beyond wilted brown and soggy (The dressing was on the side in a small to go cup). The cheese reeked not just a fancy smelly cheese reek i mean rotted gone bad days ago reek and the tomatoes where starting to develop a white fuzz which he claimed was dressing (Mind you that the dressing was on the side). As soon as he went into his room that salad made its way from the death fridge to the trash outside in a plastic bag tied shut.
The last picture shows McDonalds barbecue sauce that he felt the need to keep "just in case" he wanted some barbecue which is a type of food he never eats. Sometimes i just believe he was starved as a kid and hence why he is such a pack rat with food.
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