Curiosity

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005 | Culture Clash, Insanity, University

When I was a student, I had a small fridge in my college room. Within this fridge, I kept beer, chocolate and emergency food supplies for when the Russians invaded Toowoomba.

I shared this college lifestyle with 20 other people - other Engineering students, drunk Nurses, bleached and dyed Art students and the occasional Mad Science student.

It was widely understood that most of the students did not possess the sophistication to use utensils when they ate, nor did they wash their hands after visiting the toilet. In effect, we were a band of smelly bipeds who read books and dallied about in Lecture theatres. Monkey’s gaining education.

Many other people in my college had fridges, in addition to the common-room fridge. All except the Science students. These people used the Common-Room fridge with sole exclusion. It was their Petri dish.

Some claimed that the Common-Room Fridge contained the only culture in the college. Some of the bacteria had evolved intelligence, and had commenced a Bachelor of Education.

Now that I’ve graduated, I find that fridges are my friend. Mostly.

At present, I have two fridges, my old college friend, and a newer and slightly larger kitchen fridge. Both of which, are overflowing due to my recent Christmas Cooking episodes.

I made 24 mince pies the other night! All of this cooking must go somewhere, and this somewhere happens to be the freezer. To the expense of all else.

To my utter horror and revulsion, Mr Frog found a lonely recycled margarine container sitting on the top of the fridge last night. How long it had been there was anybody’s guess. I’m guessing that it was over 3 weeks.

This container had been displaced by Christmas Cooking and container had once contained frozen bacon. What was now contained in this margarine container had evolved to a state where it was learning to play Christmas Carols on the banjo. I’ve seen bipeds with less coordination than the contents previously known as Bacon, now known as George.

After a brief discussion, Mr Frog and I agreed to set George free. George was thrilled with this arrangement, but demanded that we provide him with a suitcase, some pocket money and a bus ticket.

Disgusted by his audacity, we threw George out on his arse.

Thankfully, the garbage men are coming around to collect George today, so we wont have to listen to his muffled cries for mercy from the bottom of the wheelie bin.

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