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00:00Once upon a time in the not-so-mystical land of the kitchen, there lived a bunch of foods that were all far too dramatic for their own good.
00:08You'd think they'd be relaxed. After all, their only job is to sit there and wait to be eaten.
00:13But no. Every single one of them had an opinion, an agenda, or, in some cases, an existential crisis.
00:20The yogurts were the worst.
00:22They sat on the top shelf of the fridge, smug little cups of cultured milk, always bragging about being probiotic and good for digestion.
00:30If you listened closely, you could almost hear them humming spa music and congratulating themselves for existing.
00:37We're practically medicine, they'd say.
00:40Meanwhile, the leftovers on the lower shelf were whispering to each other in hushed tones,
00:45Day three. They still haven't touched us.
00:48Day four. Maybe tomorrow.
00:50Day five.
00:50Lads, it's over, isn't it?
00:53By day seven, they stopped whispering entirely and just waited for the final flush down the garbage disposal.
01:00Life in the vegetable drawer wasn't much brighter.
01:03The cucumbers had the tragic habit of collapsing into slime without warning, like they'd just given up on life.
01:10Carrots shriveled into wrinkly little stubs, like they'd spent their youth chain-smoking behind the pantry.
01:16And spinach. Spinach was the drama queen.
01:20One day it was fresh, leafy, and photogenic, ready for Instagram.
01:25The next day it had liquefied into a green sludge that smelled faintly of broken promises.
01:30The onions, of course, were the gossipers of the group.
01:33Psst! They'd hissed to each other.
01:35Did you see the potatoes sprouting again? They think they're houseplants. It's embarrassing.
01:40Over in the pantry, things were no less ridiculous.
01:43Pasta thought it ran the place.
01:45The spaghetti was always showing off its long, elegant lines, while rigatoni strutted around like muscle with holes in it.
01:52Couscous was lurking in the back, confusing everyone, because nobody was quite sure if it was rice, pasta, or just edible sand.
02:01The cereal boxes, meanwhile, behaved like rock stars.
02:04Covered in sugar and cartoon mascots, they strutted about like celebrities, while the poor bag of lentils in the corner muttered bitterly,
02:12Nobody ever cooks me. Nobody.
02:15And then there were the canned beans, those grizzled old gangsters who'd been sitting there since 2011.
02:21Kid! They'd growl from the shadows.
02:24I've seen pantries come and go.
02:26You think you scare me? I got a shelf life longer than your lifespan.
02:31The freezer, however, was the real graveyard.
02:34Things went in, but they never came out.
02:37Frozen pizzas from 2017, a bag of peas that had doubled as an ice pack during every injury in the house,
02:45and a Tupperware container labeled BQ meat, even though the barbecue never actually happened.
02:50Every time the door cracked open, the food squinted into the light like prisoners in solitary confinement.
02:57Then, slam, the door shut, and the long, icy silence returned.
03:02The condiments, though, oh, the condiments, were the life of the party.
03:07Living in the fridge door, they had front-row seats to every midnight snack raid.
03:12Ketchup was loud and brash, convinced everyone adored him.
03:17Mustard was the spicy friend who went too far at parties, but was forgiven anyway.
03:22Mayonnaise sat there in quiet judgment, smug in its creamy superiority.
03:27Soy sauce was the worldly traveler with tales from five different cuisines,
03:31while at the very back, hidden behind everyone else, was the eternal jar of pickles.
03:38Nobody knew who bought it.
03:40Nobody dared throw it away.
03:42But everyone swore it was older than time itself.
03:45Of course, every night, arguments broke out.
03:48Yogurt screamed,
03:49Eat me! I expire tomorrow!
03:51The chips laughed.
03:53We never expire.
03:54We're basically gods.
03:55The avocado was the most dramatic of all.
03:59Not ripe, not ripe, not ripe.
04:01Too late, I'm brown.
04:02The bananas tried to defend themselves, insisting they weren't garbage, but banana bread in disguise.
04:08Nobody believed them.
04:09The bread, meanwhile, was busy sprouting green fuzz and muttering,
04:13I'm still fine if you just scrape it off.
04:15And through all of this, the humans, the so-called masters of the kitchen,
04:20wandered in and out completely unaware of the daily dramas unfolding inside.
04:25They'd open the fridge at 2 a.m., half asleep, searching for snacks,
04:30while every jar, every box, every wrinkly carrot silently judged them.
04:35And that, my friends, is the tale of kitchen life.
04:39No dragons, no knights, no damsels in distress.
04:42Just yogurt with a superiority complex,
04:46spinach with a death wish, and a freezer full of skeletons.
04:49The moral?
04:50Expiration dates are just suggestions.
04:53Leftovers deserve a moment of silence.
04:55And somewhere in every kitchen there is a jar of pickles watching you,
04:59eternal, unblinking, waiting, the end.
05:02Once upon a time, in the not-so-mystical land of the kitchen,
05:05there lived a bunch of foods that were all far too dramatic for their own good.
05:10You'd think they'd be relaxed.
05:11After all, their only job is to sit there and wait to be eaten.
05:15But no.
05:15Every single one of them had an opinion, an agenda, or, in some cases, an existential crisis.
05:22The yogurts were the worst.
05:24They sat on the top shelf of the fridge, smug little cups of cultured milk,
05:29always bragging about being probiotic and good for digestion.
05:32If you listened closely, you could almost hear them humming spa music
05:36and congratulating themselves for existing.
05:39We're practically medicine, they'd say.
05:42Meanwhile, the leftovers on the lower shelf were whispering to each other in hushed tones.
05:47Day three.
05:48They still haven't touched us.
05:50Day four.
05:51Maybe tomorrow.
05:52Day five.
05:53Lads, it's over, isn't it?
05:55By day seven, they stopped whispering entirely,
05:58and just waited for the final flush down the garbage disposal.
06:02Life in the vegetable drawer wasn't much brighter.
06:05The cucumbers had the tragic habit of collapsing into slime without warning,
06:10like they'd just given up on life.
06:12Carrots shriveled into wrinkly little stubs,
06:15like they'd spent their youth chain-smoking behind the pantry.
06:19And spinach.
06:20Spinach was the drama queen.
06:22One day it was fresh, leafy, and photogenic, ready for Instagram.
06:26The next day it had liquefied into a green sludge that smelled faintly of broken promises.
06:32The onions, of course, were the gossipers of the group.
06:35Psst!
06:36They'd hissed to each other.
06:37Did you see the potatoes sprouting again?
06:39They think they're houseplants.
06:41It's embarrassing!
06:42Over in the pantry, things were no less ridiculous.
06:45Pasta thought it ran the place.
06:47The spaghetti was always showing off its long, elegant lines,
06:51while rigatoni strutted around like muscle with holes in it.
06:55Couscous was lurking in the back, confusing everyone,
06:58because nobody was quite sure if it was rice, pasta, or just edible sand.
07:03The cereal boxes, meanwhile, behaved like rock stars.
07:06Covered in sugar and cartoon mascots, they strutted about like celebrities,
07:11while the poor bag of lentils in the corner muttered bitterly,
07:14Nobody ever cooks me.
07:16Nobody.
07:17And then there were the canned beans,
07:19those grizzled old gangsters who'd been sitting there since 2011.
07:23Kid!
07:24They'd growl from the shadows.
07:26I've seen pantries come and go.
07:28You think you scare me?
07:30I got a shelf life longer than your lifespan.
07:33The freezer, however, was the real graveyard.
07:36Things went in, but they never came out.
07:39Frozen pizzas from 2017,
07:42a bag of peas that had doubled as an ice pack during every injury in the house,
07:46and a Tupperware container labeled BQ meat,
07:50even though the barbecue never actually happened.
07:52Every time the door cracked open,
07:54the food squinted into the light like prisoners in solitary confinement.
07:59Then, slam, the door shut,
08:02and the long, icy silence returned.
08:04The condiments, though,
08:06oh, the condiments,
08:07were the life of the party.
08:09Living in the fridge door,
08:10they had front-row seats to every midnight snack raid.
08:14Ketchup was loud and brash,
08:16convinced everyone adored him.
08:18Mustard was the spicy friend
08:20who went too far at parties,
08:22but was forgiven anyway.
08:24Mayonnaise sat there in quiet judgment,
08:26smug in its creamy superiority.
08:29Soy sauce was the worldly traveler
08:31with tales from five different cuisines,
08:34while at the very back,
08:36hidden behind everyone else,
08:37was the eternal jar of pickles.
08:39Nobody knew who bought it,
08:42nobody dared throw it away,
08:44but everyone swore it was older than time itself.
08:47Of course,
08:48every night,
08:48arguments broke out.
08:50Yogurt screamed,
08:51Eat me!
08:52I expire tomorrow!
08:53The chips laughed.
08:55We never expire.
08:56We're basically gods.
08:58The avocado was the most dramatic of all.
09:01Not ripe,
09:01not ripe,
09:02not ripe.
09:03Too late,
09:03I'm brown.
09:04The bananas tried to defend themselves,
09:06insisting they weren't garbage,
09:08but banana bread in disguise.
09:10Nobody believed them.
09:11The bread,
09:12meanwhile,
09:12was busy sprouting green fuzz
09:14and muttering,
09:15I'm still fine if you just scrape it off.
09:18And through all of this,
09:19the humans,
09:20the so-called masters of the kitchen,
09:22wandered in and out,
09:23completely unaware
09:24of the daily dramas unfolding inside.
09:27They'd open the fridge at 2 a.m.,
09:29half asleep,
09:30searching for snacks,
09:31while every jar,
09:33every box,
09:34every wrinkly carrot
09:35silently judged them.
09:37And that,
09:38my friends,
09:39is the tale of kitchen life.
09:41No dragons,
09:42no knights,
09:43no damsels in distress.
09:45Just yogurt
09:46with a superiority complex,
09:48spinach with a death wish,
09:49and a freezer full of skeletons.
09:51The moral?
09:52Expiration dates
09:53are just suggestions.
09:55Leftovers deserve
09:56a moment of silence.
09:57And somewhere
09:58in every kitchen
09:59there is a jar of pickles
10:00watching you,
10:01eternal,
10:02unblinking,
10:02waiting,
10:03the end.
10:04Once upon a time
10:05in the not-so-mystical land
10:06of the kitchen,
10:07there lived a bunch of foods
10:08that were all far too dramatic
10:10for their own good.
10:12You'd think they'd be relaxed.
10:13After all,
10:14their only job
10:14is to sit there
10:15and wait to be eaten.
10:17But no.
10:17Every single one of them
10:19had an opinion,
10:20an agenda,
10:21or,
10:21in some cases,
10:22an existential crisis.
10:24The yogurts
10:25were the worst.
10:26They sat on the top shelf
10:27of the fridge,
10:28smug little cups
10:29of cultured milk,
10:30always bragging
10:31about being probiotic
10:33and good for digestion.
10:34If you listened closely,
10:36you could almost hear them
10:37humming spa music
10:38and congratulating themselves
10:40for existing.
10:41We're practically medicine,
10:43they'd say.
10:44Meanwhile,
10:44the leftovers
10:45on the lower shelf
10:46were whispering to each other
10:47in hushed tones,
10:49Day three.
10:50They still haven't touched us.
10:52Day four.
10:53Maybe tomorrow.
10:54Day five.
10:55Lads,
10:55it's over,
10:56isn't it?
10:56By day seven,
10:58they stopped
10:59whispering entirely
11:00and just waited
11:01for the final flush
11:02down the garbage disposal.
11:04Life in the vegetable drawer
11:06wasn't much brighter.
11:07The cucumbers
11:08had the tragic habit
11:09of collapsing
11:10into slime
11:11without warning,
11:12like they'd just
11:13given up on life.
11:14Carrots shriveled
11:15into wrinkly little stubs,
11:17like they'd spent
11:18their youth
11:18chain-smoking
11:19behind the pantry.
11:21And spinach,
11:22spinach,
11:22was the drama queen.
11:24One day it was fresh,
11:26leafy,
11:26and photogenic,
11:27ready for Instagram.
11:29The next day
11:29it had liquefied
11:30into a green sludge
11:31that smelled faintly
11:33of broken promises.
11:34The onions,
11:35of course,
11:35were the gossipers
11:36of the group.
11:37Psst!
11:38They'd hissed
11:38to each other.
11:39Did you see
11:40the potatoes
11:40sprouting again?
11:41They think
11:41they're houseplants.
11:42It's embarrassing!
11:44Over in the pantry,
11:45things were no less
11:46ridiculous.
11:47Pasta thought
11:48it ran the place.
11:49The spaghetti
11:50was always showing
11:51off its long,
11:52elegant lines,
11:52while rigatoni
11:54strutted around
11:55like muscle
11:55with holes in it.
11:57Couscous was lurking
11:58in the back,
11:59confusing everyone
12:00because nobody
12:00was quite sure
12:01if it was rice,
12:02pasta,
12:03or just edible sand.
12:05The cereal boxes,
12:06meanwhile,
12:06behaved like rock stars.
12:08Covered in sugar
12:09and cartoon mascots,
12:11they strutted about
12:11like celebrities
12:12while the poor bag
12:14of lentils
12:14in the corner
12:15muttered bitterly,
12:16Nobody ever cooks me.
12:18Nobody.
12:19And then there
12:20were the canned beans,
12:21those grizzled old
12:22gangsters
12:23who'd been sitting
12:23there since 2011.
12:25Kid!
12:26They'd growl
12:27from the shadows.
12:28I've seen pantries
12:29come and go.
12:30You think you scare me?
12:32I got a shelf life
12:33longer than your lifespan.
12:35The freezer,
12:36however,
12:36was the real graveyard.
12:38Things went in,
12:39but they never came out.
12:41Frozen pizzas
12:42from 2017,
12:44a bag of peas
12:45that had doubled
12:45as an ice pack
12:46during every injury
12:47in the house,
12:48and a Tupperware
12:49container labeled
12:50BQ meat,
12:52even though the barbecue
12:53never actually happened.
12:54Every time the door
12:55cracked open,
12:56the food squinted
12:58into the light
12:58like prisoners
12:59in solitary confinement.
13:01Then,
13:02slam,
13:02the door shut,
13:04and the long,
13:04icy silence returned.
13:06The condiments,
13:07though,
13:08oh,
13:08the condiments,
13:09were the life
13:10of the party.
13:11Living in the fridge door,
13:12they had front-row seats
13:13to every midnight snack raid.
13:16Ketchup was loud
13:17and brash,
13:18convinced everyone
13:19adored him.
13:20Mustard was the spicy friend
13:22who went too far
13:23at parties
13:24but was forgiven anyway.
13:26Mayonnaise sat there
13:27in quiet judgment,
13:28smug in its creamy superiority.
13:31Soy sauce
13:32was the worldly traveler
13:33with tales
13:34from five different cuisines,
13:36while at the very back,
13:38hidden behind everyone else,
13:39was the eternal jar of pickles.
13:42Nobody knew who bought it,
13:44nobody dared throw it away,
13:45but everyone swore
13:47it was older
13:47than time itself.
13:49Of course,
13:50every night,
13:50arguments broke out.
13:52Yogurt screamed,
13:53Eat me!
13:54I expire tomorrow!
13:55The chips laughed.
13:57We never expire.
13:58We're basically gods.
14:00The avocado
14:01was the most dramatic of all.
14:03Not ripe,
14:03not ripe,
14:04not ripe.
14:04Too late,
14:05I'm brown.
14:06The bananas tried
14:07to defend themselves,
14:08insisting they weren't garbage,
14:10but banana bread in disguise.
14:12Nobody believed them.
14:13The bread,
14:14meanwhile,
14:14was busy sprouting green fuzz
14:16and muttering,
14:17I'm still fine
14:18if you just scrape it off.
14:20And through all of this,
14:21the humans,
14:22the so-called masters
14:23of the kitchen,
14:24wandered in and out
14:25completely unaware
14:26of the daily dramas
14:27unfolding inside.
14:29They'd open the fridge
14:30at 2 a.m.,
14:31half asleep,
14:32searching for snacks,
14:34while every jar,
14:35every box,
14:36every wrinkly carrot
14:37silently judged them.
14:39And that,
14:40my friends,
14:41is the tale
14:42of kitchen life.
14:43No dragons,
14:44no knights,
14:45no damsels in distress.
14:47Just yogurt
14:48with a superiority complex,
14:50spinach with a death wish,
14:51and a freezer
14:52full of skeletons.
14:53The moral?
14:54Expiration dates
14:55are just suggestions.
14:57Leftovers deserve
14:58a moment of silence.
14:59And somewhere
15:00in every kitchen
15:01there is a jar
15:02of pickles
15:02watching you,
15:03eternal,
15:04unblinking,
15:04waiting,
15:05the end.
15:06Once upon a time
15:07in the not-so-mystical
15:08land of the kitchen,
15:09there lived a bunch
15:10of foods
15:10that were all
15:11far too dramatic
15:12for their own good.
15:14You'd think
15:14they'd be relaxed.
15:15After all,
15:16their only job
15:16is to sit there
15:17and wait to be eaten.
15:19But no.
15:19Every single one
15:20of them had an opinion,
15:22an agenda,
15:23or, in some cases,
15:24an existential crisis.
15:26The yogurts
15:27were the worst.
15:28They sat on the top shelf
15:29of the fridge,
15:30smug little cups
15:31of cultured milk,
15:32always bragging
15:33about being probiotic
15:35and good for digestion.
15:36If you listened closely,
15:37you could almost hear
15:39them humming spa music
15:40and congratulating
15:41themselves for existing.
15:43We're practically medicine,
15:45they'd say.
15:46Meanwhile,
15:46the leftovers
15:47on the lower shelf
15:48were whispering
15:48to each other
15:49in hushed tones,
15:51Day three.
15:52They still haven't
15:53touched us.
15:53Day four.
15:55Maybe tomorrow.
15:56Day five.
15:57Lads,
15:57it's over,
15:58isn't it?
15:59By day seven,
16:00they stopped
16:01whispering entirely
16:02and just waited
16:03for the final flush
16:04down the garbage disposal.
16:06Life in the vegetable
16:07drawer wasn't much brighter.
16:09The cucumbers
16:10had the tragic habit
16:11of collapsing
16:12into slime
16:13without warning,
16:14like they'd just
16:14given up on life.
16:16Carrots shriveled
16:17into wrinkly
16:18little stubs,
16:19like they'd spent
16:19their youth
16:20chain-smoking
16:21behind the pantry.
16:23And spinach,
16:24spinach,
16:24was the drama queen.
16:26One day it was fresh,
16:28leafy,
16:28and photogenic,
16:29ready for Instagram.
16:31The next day
16:31it had liquefied
16:32into a green sludge
16:33that smelled
16:34faintly
16:35of broken promises.
16:36The onions,
16:37of course,
16:37were the gossipers
16:38of the group.
16:39Psst!
16:40They'd hissed
16:40to each other.
16:41Did you see
16:42the potatoes
16:42sprouting again?
16:43They think
16:43they're houseplants.
16:44It's embarrassing.
16:46Over in the pantry,
16:47things were
16:48no less ridiculous.
16:49Pasta thought
16:50it ran the place.
16:51The spaghetti
16:52was always showing
16:53off its long,
16:54elegant lines,
16:55while rigatoni
16:56strutted around
16:57like muscle
16:57with holes in it.
16:59Couscous
16:59was lurking
17:00in the back,
17:01confusing everyone
17:02because nobody
17:02was quite sure
17:03if it was rice,
17:04pasta,
17:05or just edible sand.
17:07The cereal boxes,
17:08meanwhile,
17:08behaved like rock stars.
17:10Covered in sugar
17:11and cartoon mascots,
17:13they strutted about
17:13like celebrities,
17:15while the poor bag
17:16of lentils
17:16in the corner
17:17muttered bitterly,
17:18Nobody ever cooks me.
17:20Nobody.
17:21And then there
17:21were the canned beans,
17:23those grizzled old gangsters
17:25who'd been sitting there
17:26since 2011.
17:27Kid!
17:28They'd growl
17:29from the shadows.
17:30I've seen pantries
17:31come and go.
17:32You think you scare me?
17:34I got a shelf life
17:35longer than your lifespan.
17:37The freezer,
17:38however,
17:38was the real graveyard.
17:40Things went in,
17:41but they never came out.
17:43Frozen pizzas
17:44from 2017,
17:46a bag of peas
17:47that had doubled
17:47as an ice pack
17:48during every injury
17:49in the house,
17:50and a Tupperware container
17:52labeled BQ meat,
17:53even though the barbecue
17:54never actually happened.
17:56Every time
17:57the door cracked open,
17:58the food squinted
17:59into the light
18:00like prisoners
18:01in solitary confinement.
18:03Then,
18:04slam,
18:04the door shut,
18:05and the long,
18:06icy silence returned.
18:08The condiments,
18:09though,
18:10oh,
18:10the condiments,
18:11were the life
18:12of the party.
18:13Living in the fridge door,
18:14they had front-row seats
18:15to every midnight snack raid.
18:18Ketchup was loud
18:19and brash,
18:20convinced everyone
18:21adored him.
18:22Mustard was
18:23the spicy friend
18:24who went too far
18:25at parties
18:26but was forgiven anyway.
18:28Mayonnaise sat there
18:29in quiet judgment,
18:30smug in its creamy superiority.
18:33Soy sauce
18:34was the worldly traveler
18:35with tales
18:36from five different cuisines,
18:38while at the very back,
18:40hidden behind everyone else,
18:41was the eternal jar
18:42of pickles.
18:44Nobody knew
18:44who bought it,
18:46nobody dared
18:46throw it away,
18:47but everyone swore
18:49it was older
18:49than time itself.
18:51Of course,
18:52every night
18:52arguments broke out.
18:54Yogurt screamed,
18:55Eat me!
18:55I expire tomorrow.
18:57The chips laughed.
18:59We never expire.
19:00We're basically gods.
19:02The avocado
19:03was the most dramatic
19:04of all.
19:04Not ripe,
19:05not ripe,
19:06not ripe.
19:06Too late,
19:07I'm brown.
19:08The bananas
19:09tried to defend themselves,
19:10insisting they weren't garbage
19:12but banana bread
19:13in disguise.
19:14Nobody believed them.
19:15The bread,
19:16meanwhile,
19:16was busy sprouting
19:17green fuzz
19:18and muttering,
19:19I'm still fine
19:20if you just scrape it off.
19:22And through all of this,
19:23the humans,
19:24the so-called
19:25masters of the kitchen,
19:26wandered in and out
19:27completely unaware
19:28of the daily dramas
19:29unfolding inside.
19:31They'd open the fridge
19:32at 2 a.m.,
19:33half asleep,
19:34searching for snacks,
19:36while every jar,
19:37every box,
19:38every wrinkly carrot
19:39silently judged them.
19:41And that,
19:42my friends,
19:43is the tale
19:44of kitchen life.
19:45No dragons,
19:46no knights,
19:47no damsels
19:48in distress.
19:49Just yogurt
19:50with a superiority complex,
19:52spinach
19:52with a death wish
19:53and a freezer
19:54full of skeletons.
19:55The moral?
19:56Expiration dates
19:57are just suggestions.
19:59Leftovers deserve
20:00a moment of silence.
20:01And somewhere
20:02in every kitchen
20:03there is a jar
20:04of pickles
20:04watching you,
20:05eternal,
20:06unblinking,
20:06waiting,
20:07the end.
20:08Once upon a time
20:09in the not-so-mystical
20:10land of the kitchen,
20:11there lived a bunch
20:12of foods that were
20:13all far too dramatic
20:14for their own good.
20:15You'd think
20:16they'd be relaxed.
20:17After all,
20:18their only job
20:18is to sit there
20:19and wait to be eaten.
20:20But no.
20:21Every single one
20:22of them
20:23had an opinion,
20:24an agenda,
20:25or, in some cases,
20:26an existential crisis.
20:28The yogurts
20:29were the worst.
20:30They sat
20:30on the top shelf
20:31of the fridge,
20:32smug little cups
20:33of cultured milk,
20:34always bragging
20:35about being probiotic
20:36and good for digestion.
20:38If you listened closely,
20:40you could almost hear
20:41them humming spa music
20:42and congratulating
20:43themselves for existing.
20:45We're practically
20:46medicine,
20:47they'd say.
20:48Meanwhile,
20:48the leftovers
20:49on the lower shelf
20:50were whispering
20:50to each other
20:51in hushed tones,
20:52Day three.
20:54They still haven't
20:54touched us.
20:55Day four.
20:57Maybe tomorrow.
20:58Day five.
20:59Lads,
20:59it's over,
21:00isn't it?
21:01By day seven,
21:02they stopped
21:03whispering entirely
21:04and just waited
21:05for the final flush
21:06down the garbage disposal.
21:08Life in the vegetable
21:09drawer wasn't
21:10much brighter.
21:11The cucumbers
21:12had the tragic
21:13habit of collapsing
21:14into slime
21:15without warning,
21:16like they'd just
21:16given up on life.
21:18Carrots shriveled
21:19into wrinkly
21:20little stubs,
21:21like they'd spent
21:21their youth
21:22chain-smoking
21:23behind the pantry.
21:24And spinach,
21:26spinach,
21:26was the drama queen.
21:28One day it was
21:29fresh,
21:30leafy,
21:30and photogenic,
21:31ready for Instagram.
21:33The next day
21:33it had liquefied
21:34into a green sludge
21:35that smelled faintly
21:36of broken promises.
21:38The onions,
21:39of course,
21:39were the gossipers
21:40of the group.
21:41Psst!
21:42They'd hissed
21:42to each other.
21:43Did you see
21:43the potatoes
21:44sprouting again?
21:45They think
21:45they're houseplants.
21:46It's embarrassing!
21:48Over in the pantry,
21:49things were
21:50no less ridiculous.
21:51Pasta thought
21:52it ran the place.
21:53The spaghetti
21:54was always showing
21:55off its long,
21:56elegant lines,
21:57while rigatoni
21:58strutted around
21:59like muscle
21:59with holes in it.
22:01Couscous was lurking
22:02in the back,
22:03confusing everyone
22:03because nobody
22:04was quite sure
22:05if it was rice,
22:06pasta,
22:07or just edible sand.
22:09The cereal boxes,
22:10meanwhile,
22:10behaved like rock stars.
22:12Covered in sugar
22:13and cartoon mascots,
22:15they strutted about
22:15like celebrities,
22:17while the poor bag
22:17of lentils
22:18in the corner
22:19muttered bitterly,
22:20Nobody ever cooks me.
22:22Nobody.
22:23And then there were
22:24the canned beans,
22:25those grizzled old gangsters
22:27who'd been sitting there
22:28since 2011.
22:29Kid!
22:30They'd growl
22:31from the shadows.
22:32I've seen pantries
22:33come and go.
22:34You think you scare me?
22:36I got a shelf life
22:37longer than your lifespan.
22:38The freezer,
22:40however,
22:40was the real graveyard.
22:42Things went in,
22:43but they never came out.
22:45Frozen pizzas
22:46from 2017,
22:48a bag of peas
22:49that had doubled
22:49as an ice pack
22:50during every injury
22:51in the house,
22:52and a Tupperware container
22:54labeled BQ meat,
22:55even though the barbecue
22:56never actually happened.
22:58Every time
22:59the door cracked open,
23:00the food squinted
23:01into the light
23:02like prisoners
23:03in solitary confinement.
23:05Then,
23:05slam,
23:06the door shut,
23:07and the long,
23:08icy silence returned.
23:10The condiments,
23:11though,
23:12oh,
23:12the condiments,
23:13were the life
23:14of the party.
23:15Living in the fridge door,
23:16they had front-row seats
23:17to every midnight snack raid.
23:20Ketchup was loud
23:21and brash,
23:22convinced everyone
23:23adored him.
23:24Mustard was the spicy friend
23:26who went too far
23:27at parties
23:28but was forgiven anyway.
23:30Mayonnaise sat there
23:31in quiet judgment,
23:32smug in its creamy superiority.
23:35Soy sauce
23:36was the worldly traveler
23:37with tales
23:38from five different cuisines,
23:40while at the very back,
23:42hidden behind everyone else,
23:43was the eternal jar of pickles.
23:46Nobody knew who bought it,
23:48nobody dared throw it away,
23:49but everyone swore
23:50it was older than time itself.
23:53Of course,
23:54every night,
23:54arguments broke out.
23:56Yogurt screamed,
23:57Eat me!
23:57I expire tomorrow!
23:59The chips laughed.
24:01We never expire.
24:02We're basically gods.
24:04The avocado
24:04was the most dramatic of all.
24:06Not ripe?
24:07Not ripe?
24:08Not ripe?
24:08Too late.
24:09I'm brown.
24:10The bananas tried
24:11to defend themselves,
24:12insisting they weren't garbage,
24:14but banana bread in disguise.
24:16Nobody believed them.
24:17The bread,
24:18meanwhile,
24:18was busy sprouting
24:19green fuzz
24:20and muttering,
24:21I'm still fine
24:22if you just scrape it off.
24:24And through all of this,
24:25the humans,
24:26the so-called
24:26masters of the kitchen,
24:28wandered in and out
24:29completely unaware
24:30of the daily dramas
24:31unfolding inside.
24:33They'd open the fridge
24:34at 2 a.m.,
24:35half asleep,
24:36searching for snacks,
24:38while every jar,
24:39every box,
24:40every wrinkly carrot
24:41silently judged them.
24:43And that,
24:44my friends,
24:45is the tale of kitchen life.
24:47No dragons,
24:48no knights,
24:49no damsels in distress.
24:51Just yogurt
24:52with a superiority complex,
24:54spinach with a death wish,
24:55and a freezer full of skeletons.
24:57The moral?
24:58Expiration dates
24:59are just suggestions.
25:01Leftovers deserve
25:02a moment of silence.
25:03And somewhere in every kitchen
25:05there is a jar of pickles
25:06watching you,
25:07eternal,
25:08unblinking,
25:08waiting,
25:09the end.
25:10Once upon a time,
25:11in the not-so-mystical land
25:12of the kitchen,
25:13there lived a bunch of foods
25:14that were all far too dramatic
25:16for their own good.
25:17You'd think they'd be relaxed.
25:19After all,
25:19their only job
25:20is to sit there
25:21and wait to be eaten.
25:22But no.
25:23Every single one of them
25:25had an opinion,
25:26an agenda,
25:27or,
25:27in some cases,
25:28an existential crisis.
25:30The yogurts
25:31were the worst.
25:32They sat on the top shelf
25:33of the fridge,
25:34smug little cups
25:35of cultured milk,
25:36always bragging
25:37about being probiotic
25:38and good for digestion.
25:40If you listened closely,
25:42you could almost hear them
25:43humming spa music
25:44and congratulating themselves
25:46for existing.
25:47We're practically medicine,
25:49they'd say.
25:50Meanwhile,
25:50the leftovers
25:51on the lower shelf
25:52were whispering to each other
25:53in hushed tones,
25:55Day three.
25:56They still haven't touched us.
25:57Day four.
25:58Maybe tomorrow.
26:00Day five.
26:00Lads,
26:01it's over,
26:02isn't it?
26:03By day seven,
26:04they stopped whispering entirely
26:06and just waited
26:07for the final flush
26:08down the garbage disposal.
26:10Life in the vegetable drawer
26:12wasn't much brighter.
26:13The cucumbers
26:14had the tragic habit
26:15of collapsing
26:16into slime
26:16without warning,
26:18like they'd just
26:18given up on life.
26:20Carrots shriveled
26:21into wrinkly little stubs,
26:23like they'd spent
26:23their youth
26:24chain-smoking
26:25behind the pantry.
26:26And spinach,
26:28spinach,
26:28was the drama queen.
26:29One day it was fresh,
26:31leafy,
26:32and photogenic,
26:33ready for Instagram.
26:34The next day it had liquefied
26:36into a green sludge
26:37that smelled faintly
26:38of broken promises.
26:40The onions,
26:41of course,
26:41were the gossipers
26:42of the group.
26:43Psst!
26:44They'd hissed to each other.
26:45Did you see the potatoes
26:46sprouting again?
26:47They think they're houseplants.
26:48It's embarrassing!
26:50Over in the pantry,
26:51things were no less ridiculous.
26:53Pasta thought it ran the place.
26:55The spaghetti was always
26:56showing off its long,
26:58elegant lines,
26:59while rigatoni strutted
27:00around like muscle
27:01with holes in it.
27:03Couscous was lurking
27:04in the back,
27:05confusing everyone
27:05because nobody was quite sure
27:07if it was rice,
27:08pasta,
27:09or just edible sand.
27:10The cereal boxes,
27:12meanwhile,
27:12behaved like rock stars.
27:14Covered in sugar
27:15and cartoon mascots,
27:17they strutted about
27:17like celebrities,
27:18while the poor bag of lentils
27:20in the corner
27:21muttered bitterly,
27:21nobody ever cooks me,
27:24nobody.
27:25And then there were
27:26the canned beans,
27:27those grizzled old gangsters
27:29who'd been sitting there
27:29since 2011.
27:31Kid!
27:32They'd growl from the shadows.
27:34I've seen pantries
27:35come and go.
27:36You think you scare me?
27:37I got a shelf life
27:39longer than your lifespan.
27:40The freezer, however,
27:42was the real graveyard.
27:44Things went in,
27:45but they never came out.
27:47Frozen pizzas from 2017,
27:50a bag of peas
27:51that had doubled
27:51as an ice pack
27:52during every injury
27:53in the house,
27:54and a Tupperware container
27:56labeled BQ meat,
27:57even though the barbecue
27:58never actually happened.
28:00Every time the door
28:01cracked open,
28:02the food squinted
28:03into the light
28:04like prisoners
28:05in solitary confinement.
28:07Then, slam,
28:08the door shut,
28:09and the long,
28:10icy silence returned.
28:12The condiments, though,
28:13oh, the condiments,
28:15were the life of the party.
28:17Living in the fridge door,
28:18they had front-row seats
28:19to every midnight snack raid.
28:22Ketchup was loud and brash,
28:24convinced everyone adored him.
28:26Mustard was the spicy friend
28:28who went too far at parties
28:29but was forgiven anyway.
28:31Mayonnaise sat there
28:32in quiet judgment,
28:34smug in its creamy superiority.
28:37Soy sauce was the worldly traveler
28:39with tales from five different cuisines,
28:42while at the very back,
28:44hidden behind everyone else,
28:45was the eternal jar of pickles.
28:48Nobody knew who bought it.
28:49Nobody dared throw it away.
28:51But everyone swore
28:52it was older than time itself.
28:55Of course,
28:56every night,
28:56arguments broke out.
28:58Yogurt screamed,
28:59Eat me!
28:59I expire tomorrow!
29:01The chips laughed.
29:03We never expire.
29:04We're basically gods.
29:06The avocado was the most dramatic of all.
29:08Not ripe, not ripe, not ripe.
29:10Too late, I'm brown.
29:11The bananas tried to defend themselves,
29:14insisting they weren't garbage,
29:16but banana bread in disguise.
29:18Nobody believed them.
29:19The bread, meanwhile,
29:20was busy sprouting green fuzz
29:22and muttering,
29:23I'm still fine if you just scrape it off.
29:25And through all of this,
29:27the humans,
29:28the so-called masters of the kitchen,
29:30wandered in and out
29:31completely unaware
29:32of the daily dramas unfolding inside.
29:35They'd open the fridge at 2 a.m.,
29:37half asleep,
29:38searching for snacks,
29:39while every jar,
29:41every box,
29:42every wrinkly carrot
29:43silently judged them.
29:45And that,
29:46my friends,
29:47is the tale of kitchen life.
29:49No dragons,
29:50no knights,
29:51no damsels in distress.
29:53Just yogurt
29:54with a superiority complex,
29:56spinach with a death wish,
29:57and a freezer full of skeletons.
29:59The moral?
30:00Expiration dates
30:01are just suggestions.
30:03Leftovers deserve
30:04a moment of silence.
30:05And somewhere
30:06in every kitchen
30:07there is a jar of pickles
30:08watching you,
30:09eternal,
30:10unblinking,
30:10waiting,
30:11the end.
30:11Once upon a time
30:13in the not-so-mystical land
30:14of the kitchen,
30:15there lived a bunch of foods
30:16that were all far too dramatic
30:18for their own good.
30:19You'd think they'd be relaxed.
30:21After all,
30:21their only job
30:22is to sit there
30:23and wait to be eaten.
30:24But no.
30:25Every single one of them
30:27had an opinion,
30:28an agenda,
30:28or,
30:29in some cases,
30:30an existential crisis.
30:32The yogurts
30:33were the worst.
30:34They sat on the top shelf
30:35of the fridge,
30:36smug little cups
30:37of cultured milk,
30:38always bragging
30:39about being probiotic
30:40and good for digestion.
30:42If you listened closely,
30:44you could almost hear them
30:45humming spa music
30:46and congratulating themselves
30:48for existing.
30:49We're practically medicine,
30:50they'd say.
30:51Meanwhile,
30:52the leftovers
30:53on the lower shelf
30:54were whispering
30:54to each other
30:55in hushed tones,
30:56Day three.
30:58They still haven't touched us.
30:59Day four.
31:00Maybe tomorrow.
31:02Day five.
31:03Lads,
31:03it's over,
31:04isn't it?
31:04By day seven,
31:06they stopped
31:07whispering entirely
31:08and just waited
31:09for the final flush
31:10down the garbage disposal.
31:12Life in the vegetable drawer
31:14wasn't much brighter.
31:15The cucumbers
31:16had the tragic habit
31:17of collapsing
31:18into slime
31:18without warning,
31:20like they'd just
31:20given up on life.
31:22Carrots shriveled
31:23into wrinkly little stubs,
31:25like they'd spent
31:25their youth
31:26chain-smoking
31:27behind the pantry.
31:28And spinach,
31:30spinach,
31:30was the drama queen.
31:32One day it was fresh,
31:33leafy,
31:34and photogenic,
31:35ready for Instagram.
31:36The next day
31:37it had liquefied
31:38into a green sludge
31:39that smelled faintly
31:40of broken promises.
31:42The onions,
31:43of course,
31:43were the gossipers
31:44of the group.
31:45Psst!
31:46They'd hissed
31:46to each other.
31:47Did you see
31:47the potatoes
31:48sprouting again?
31:49They think
31:49they're houseplants.
31:50It's embarrassing!
31:52Over in the pantry,
31:53things were
31:54no less ridiculous.
31:55Pasta thought
31:56it ran the place.
31:57The spaghetti
31:57was always showing
31:58off its long,
32:00elegant lines,
32:00while rigatoni
32:02strutted around
32:02like muscle
32:03with holes in it.
32:05Couscous was lurking
32:06in the back,
32:07confusing everyone
32:07because nobody
32:08was quite sure
32:09if it was rice,
32:10pasta,
32:11or just edible sand.
32:12The cereal boxes,
32:14meanwhile,
32:14behaved like rock stars.
32:16Covered in sugar
32:17and cartoon mascots,
32:18they strutted about
32:19like celebrities,
32:20while the poor bag
32:21of lentils
32:22in the corner
32:23muttered bitterly,
32:24Nobody ever cooks me.
32:26Nobody.
32:27And then
32:27there were
32:27the canned beans,
32:29those grizzled
32:30old gangsters
32:31who'd been sitting
32:31there since 2011.
32:33Kid,
32:34they'd growl
32:35from the shadows.
32:36I've seen pantries
32:37come and go.
32:38You think you scare me?
32:39I got a shelf life
32:41longer than your lifespan.
32:42The freezer,
32:43however,
32:44was the real graveyard.
32:46Things went in,
32:47but they never came out.
32:49Frozen pizzas
32:50from 2017,
32:51a bag of peas
32:53that had doubled
32:53as an ice pack
32:54during every injury
32:55in the house
32:56and a Tupperware container
32:58labeled BQ meat,
32:59even though the barbecue
33:00never actually happened.
33:02Every time
33:03the door cracked open,
33:04the food squinted
33:05into the light
33:06like prisoners
33:07in solitary confinement.
33:09Then,
33:09slam,
33:10the door shut,
33:11and the long,
33:12icy silence returned.
33:14The condiments,
33:15though,
33:15oh,
33:16the condiments,
33:17were the life
33:17of the party.
33:19Living in the fridge door,
33:20they had front-row seats
33:21to every midnight snack raid.
33:24Ketchup was loud
33:25and brash,
33:26convinced everyone
33:27adored him.
33:28Mustard was the spicy friend
33:30who went too far
33:31at parties
33:31but was forgiven anyway.
33:33Mayonnaise sat there
33:34in quiet judgment,
33:36smug in its creamy superiority.
33:39Soy sauce
33:40was the worldly traveler
33:41with...
33:41with...
33:42...
33:50It's withdrawing
33:51with...
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