“You’re outta milk bro,” the refrigerator said.
“For real?” I hadn’t had coffee yet; I could barely make out how much cereal I was pouring into my bowl.
“Nah.” The fridge laughed a big clunky laugh from the depth of it’s ice tray.
This was the year Jeremy found true love and had his first sexual experience in a bubble chair. He worried the whole time that the thing would drop from it’s precarious hook, but as his neighbor Anna’s hips moved rhythmically back on forth on him the thing held in place, swaying only slightly…