TUBOB: 3,897 Ways To Make Me Cry

Here is what is pissing me off this morning. I have been observing, with some deep trepidation and gut curdling fear, the rapid growth of a volcanic cone on Mt. Krapatoa, our kitchen garbage can.  The proud spawn of my loins, or is that the spawn of my proud loins, are building a mountain of garbage one  pepsi can (no, we don’t recycle here as we believe recycling is the behavioral and social pre-determinants of a metal-world where robots can reproduce themselves to the endless horror of future enslaved generations) taquito box, large fountain soda cup, mess coffee filter at a time.  And yes, I have contributed to the mountain, yet I didn’t not cause the mountain’s snow crap to grow over the lip of the can, which is, of course, the demarcation point of a full to overfull TAKETHEGARBAGEOUTKID elevation/ TUBOB . More here .

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