[ Net Enabled Fridges Are Unveiled ]
It could be like one of those cookie jars they sell at Target that growl or talk when you open them. Except the fridge could say “Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, how many slices of cake can you eat in a day, you fat fuck? I’m downloading the number of your local heart emergency clinic, and ordering you a fucking treadmill. And what’s with the nonfat milk? Who the Hell are you trying to kid?”
I’m extra cynical at night. But at least I’ve got one of these on the way. Please guys, don’t try to impress me by ordering one if you don’t have a girl to give it to. And no, mom doesn’t count you sick, sick piece of shit. Oh, uh… I mean buy one. Buy one today. It’s for a good cause.
