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Aah, Joey P reminded me.
Potatoes. Oh, yes.
In an apartment my wife and I had (I think it was the first one we had after starting to date), my wife bought a bag of potatoes and stored them. I was not around when she did either. Some amount of time went by. I'm not entirely sure how long. But I noticed a funny smell in the kitchen and started to investigate. I was tipped off by some odd dark brown streaks down the side of the refrigerator. So I went up to look, and found a luxurously large bag of gelatinous potatoes stewing in their own juices. It was putrid and rank. And I got to pull the whole thing off the top and into a garbage bag.
Turned out that she'd stuck it up there as a temporary storage and forgotten about it. WHEW, man. I think there were flies. I'm not entirely sure. My memories are a bit fuzzy.
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