I know, I know, throwing that name around is frowned upon today. HOWEVER, him being a scumbag aside, the Cosby Show was an objectively great show. And while I don’t remember every episode there is one that stands out- and that is because I have become that episode.
In said episode Theo gets caught staring into the fridge, door open, for minutes on end. 5 year old me thought, “Well that’s silly.” 23 year old me thinks, “Damnit, Cosby got me.”
Not only do I longingly stare into my fridge, examining everything in there from salad dressing to the questionable Tupperware in the back covered with tinfoil, when I make my choice I stand in front of the fridge, door open, eating who knows what. I don’t even heat anything up even though my microwave is literally an arms length from my fridge. Why? I dunno. Maybe it’s the thrill of seeing if I can finish my snack before the fridge alarm that’s saying, “Close the door fatass” goes off.
Maybe one day I’ll break this habit. I mean, it’s not like Big Billy C had any bad habits that made alarms go off so I’ll fix this right after I go scarf down the meatballs that are in there while I simultaneously eye the rest of the food in there seeing what pairs well with meat and marinara.
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