When I put trash out for my building I get nervous the longer it stays out there that this kind of thing will greet me on the second morning. Why is trash so fascinating to some people like a destructive plaything? I guess it's don't worry someone will (always) pick it up.
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When I put trash out for my building I get nervous the longer it stays out there that this kind of thing will greet me on the second morning. Why is trash so fascinating to some people like a destructive plaything? I guess it's don't worry someone will (always) pick it up.
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ReplyDeleteThen carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot..."
Perhaps dropped in tribute?
9:39 hopefully so;)
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