I see you popped open my lid. Great, now youâre in my sunlight. But fine, lets just chew the trash together anyhow.
As the morning birds started with their incessant chirping, and I had my morning nicotine and caffeine, I saw my favourite garbage truck drive by. Along came a nervous dog, (with a ânot hard on the googly eyesâ owner), who looked like an RCA pup (the dog), looked on at me, unsure what to make of my long scraggly appearance. Iâm sure with time, we will make great friends. Better not piss on the side of my can though. I have no teeth, I donât know what the dog was fearful of. Its usually the Unknown.
A thought occured. Why should I dump my trash on other peoples yards, when I can just send up a cigarette smoke signal (or a vape cloud), and bring all the dogs to my yard. I dont need to drink your milkshake. But mine is free so have a sip if you like. Itâs lean and green and does a body good I say.
Good place to dump trash. One muppets trash is another muppets treasure.
Speaking of.. why do you have a closet full of headsets you will never use. Some poor people on BetaStreet could use some of your old junk, you hoarder. They get a tool, you get more space.
Now piss off. I have a dayjob to do. The kids need me.
