If you find a roll of toilet paper in your fridge, here’s what it means

Of all the perks provided by the internet, life-hacks, tips, tricks, and wisdoms that might otherwise be lost to the ages, are among my favorites.

Whereas once we had to rely on our parents and grandparents to pass down information regarding little known techniques that could help around the home, now we have an infinite resource at our fingertips. Every day helpful information is shared online, and if you know where to look, you can benefit from it immensely.

Fortunately, we do know where to look, which means you do to (by association), and we recently stumbled upon a home-hack that we’d never seen before. It involves toilet paper and your refrigerator – an unlikely combination, we know – so read on if we’ve managed to pique your interest…

If you’re anything like me, you’ll leave it far too long before you think to give your refrigerator a proper clean. I’m forever opening my fridge door to less-than-pleasant smells after leaving my house for a few days, or finding sticky patches where something’s spilled and I haven’t cleaned up properly.

Which is why I did a double-take when I saw a particular life-hack doing the rounds on the internet recently which.

Now, I’m sure I’m not the only one who experiences a musty smell upon opening the fridge from time to time. When this happens, it’s more often than not caused by the fridge itself, not whatever food happens to be inside.

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