Seriously. Four other room-mates and he decided I was the culprit.

I moved out at the end of the week – That kind of obsession isn’t healthy. (There’s more than one thing affecting health and quality of life is one of them.)

P.S. If you decide to go the irony route next time, don’t make the same mistake I made when I had my little endocrinological “vacation”.
Cut the cord about a hand-width away from the fridge.
This will leave you plenty of room to splice it all back to “nice” later.

Maybe you’re thinking I yanked so hard it ripped out a bunch of the behind-the-back-panel components attached to the power cord.
No such luck…the strain relief hardware at the panel was so robust that my granny-lifting-a-Cadillac tug wound up upending the reefer.
The pull took so much out of me that I couldn’t put the fridge upright until so much time had elapsed that, in addition to dealing with the localized entropy spike inside the fridge, I had seriously damaged the compressor.

Unable to snuggle into irony’s sweet harbor on the up and up by virtue of the reefer’s being down and on its side, but still feeling the need for cordless fun, I smuggled a bit of irony into the affair by dispatching my housemates with a pair of disposable chopsticks that were available only because I got home too late to participate in the take-out bash that precipitated the mess of unwashed dishes in the sink in the first place.

Somehow Teddy’s two gram piece of hashlike goo got mixed up with Jenny’s mango lassi, which I slurped up to cool down after the fracas with the chopsticks, so the one set of small bright spots in the whole episode was the batch of pixels that I experienced in pixilated Technicolor while watching Double Indemnity on Channel Three. During the penultimate commercial break, I finally came down enough to size up the situation.

I moved the unmolested items from the house fridge to the one in the RV, packed a few odd pieces of clothing, and hit the road, which these days always runs past a Starbucks store, upon whose WiFi signal this fugitive memo is piggbacking its way to you. Carry wire cutters, laddy!

I'm trying not to shake the bed with my laughter; my fiance is trying to sleep … ::shakes fist:: dammnnn yoouuu!!