When you have "refrigerator rights," you can help yourself to anything in your friend's fridge without having to ask for permission.
And, don't worry
Your info will never be shared.
We're in the business of selling bacon—not databases.
John is my wingman on ladies' night, has helped me move four times, and has even driven my mother to the foot doctor. He has refrigerator rights.
Murray is my neighbor who mows his lawn on Sunday mornings, reads my newspaper before I can get to it and always has a story that's "one better." He has the right to have my fridge fall on him.