Roomie technically lives in his RV, but uses our kitchen more than we do. He developed an addiction to the costco kimchee.
If I ever thought I wanted to try that, he has cured me. FAAAAACK!
I banished it out to his RV. Don't bring it in here.
The other day he had an open tub in the fridge. I could detect that shit from the tiny amounts of ass-juice on the outside by the threads. It punched me when I opened the fridge door.
I set that crap on the back porch. This is not negotiable.