Imagine This by Lucas Turnbloom for June 14, 2010

Oh my freaking Gawd! That’s a lot of boxes full of crap.

They DO stack it that high!

They’ve discovered the mother lode of crap. This reminds me of the ending of the original Indiana Jones.

My Dad use to say “I never knew they piled it that high.” Not only high but deep, too

That’s a veritable city! Crapopolis.

Wow, when he said “crap” I assumed he was just being sarcastic or bitter. Who really labels boxes that way?

DOC When in doubt, throw it out! I finally figured that the air filter to a 74 Plymouth I packed and carried through 4 moves was not an item of value. Until my love of life moved in, my basement was empty (no, not everything down there is mine). Why they have steel boxes in the corner to throw my Nehru shirts in. The library, prison, and Veterans hospital are glad to take any book I read 6 times. Now the only useless things I have are my cats and nobody will take the misbehaved critters.

Oh!!! Do you think Darin’s dad could come help me do that. I think I will label all the boxes ‘stuff’ (it’s my Gma’s so I can’t use potty words).

That’s it! I’m going to put all my bleeep in boxes and label them as such. I think I’ll number them,too. Or, maybe they could be kitchen bleeep and bedroom bleeep and bathroom bleeep. Okay, maybe not so much that last one. Ewww.

Lewreader, any chance you could track down that 74 Plymouth air filter, please?!

I’m convinced that bleeep multiplies if left alone in the dark.

piksea, LOL!