Thursday, July 2, 2015

THE GARBAGE MAN CAME IN MY FRONT DOOR

The garbage man came in my front door and threw garbage down the hall. "I'm tired of picking up your garbage, you fuck. You got the worst, stinkiest garbage in the whole neighbourhood". Then he went and collected next door's garbage and threw that into my hallway. By 11am, every room in the house was waist deep in garbage. I cowered on top of the kitchen bench, considering my options. At least the mice were happy now. So many scraps to eat.

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