My apartment has been passed down from Slivken, to Loungeboy, to Fuck-fuck. In all of that time, some stuff accumulated, and now we have no idea why it did. Some of it's from Steve, Loungeboy's debate bud -- some of it is from God-only-knows. Here is a short list of things I don't really know what they're doing here:
8 cans of coconut milk.
5 cans of Chicken Noodle Soup, with the old-style labels.
A Tiger Woods Wheaties box, 1/12 full.
Two large foil packages, squishy on the inside, Korean on the outside
Two boxes of curry mix (I think), with preparation instructions in Chinese/Japanese (?)
One box of burgundy pills, with Korean writing on the outside.
4 boxes of Cook/Serve Pudding.
One bottle of Oyster Sauce.
One can of something Asian.
7 (I'm not kidding) kinds of ramen, including "Chicken Curry."