Things that only I care about, vol. 25

The gentle, soothing wake-up call of fauna. Oh, and the garbage company annihilating the neighbors' garbage bins.

Excuse me, sir. Maybe if you dragged that can around the block and banged it on the curb a few hundred times, it would release its death grip on that last slip of paper.


OK, then, just keep banging it on the rim of the truck with that massive claw arm.

Yep. That's one trash bin that knows who's in charge.

Good morning!

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