I used to live in a voodoo city,
Where every little thing had it's own secret life.
I might be washing up the dishes
And the kitchen might say,
"Hang around baby baby, hang around baby baby,
Hang around baby we'll be baking a cake for you.
Hang around baby baby, hang around baby baby,
Hang around baby we'll be baking a cake for you."
Yacht - Psychic City
My fridge, I think it likes me. It's an old one I was given by a lady saying "Dear, it's still functionning but the light hasn't been working for years." Plugged it two day ago, indeed there was no light. Yesterday evening, I started cooking and ... OMG, I could see the light !!! \o/
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