free the frost!
once, we were living in boston, and the apartment that we rented was not exactly the fucking penthouse. linoleum floors and a beautiful view through our half windows of the parking lot. we also had a fridge that was remarkably old. i think it had about two shelves left and no light bulb. the freezer actually froze itself shut once. i spent a good fifteen minutes bracing myself against the counter while i tugged at the freezer door. (the doors couldn't open all the way without hitting the counter)
well, one day, three of us (me, boy, and eck-to-the-hard-yo) ended up staring into the freezer. such a berg of ice had formed in the (clearly not frost free) freezer that i could not find my frozen dinner. there was a pound of ground meat that was frozen into the ice like a prehistoric creature.
i chipped out my dinner and had at it. i told the boys that i would defrost the freezer after dinner.
oh no, they couldn't wait until then. they grab pointy utensils (a screwdriver and a knife i think) and start chipping away. i decided that i was going to ignore this behavior and go eat my dinner.
"shit!"
"what, dude?"
"the freezer's spitting at me!"
"what'd you do?"
"nuthin'. i was just... shit!"
"put some gum on it."
"do we have any duct tape?"
"naw, here, use this..."
(clank clank more sounds of destruction)
"that didn't work. is this shit poisonous?"
"i don't know. here use some more tape."
"hold it tight."
(sounds of scuffle)
"there."
"allright, man."
at this point, i decided, it's safe to go into the kitchen.
the freezer is duct taped closed with what looks saran wrap and gum. it looked like a biomedical experiment gone terribly wrong.
boy had pierced the casing of the freezer with his screwdriver gone chisel. apparently, some sort of gas was leaking out.
that's it! the duct tape will keep us safe!
needless to say, we had no fridge for about a week and a half.
and the kitchen was never the same.
