This afternoon I investigated a homicide.
Something died in my fridge, and I had to get to the bottom of it. It turns out there was a serial killer.
I do not enjoy having my face that close to any part of my refrigerator, but its malodorous presence was seriously affecting my kitchen. I finally caved and cleaned it out today. It turns out some--well, I won't give you the gory details. It's clean, and all evidence is disposed of. Now I can stop burning candles and enter the kitchen without a clothes pin on my nose once again.
Oh happy day!
Have you told little Austin the freaken fridge is clean?!!!
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