Every now and then, I just HAVE to talk trash.
Garbage. Yeah, I said it.
Stinkin Garbage.
I said that while making intimidating signs with my hands, like these scary rappers:
I could make rumbling with trash a "Small Thing" every single week, and there'd still be trash left over.
Oh, you wanna take this outside? Do ya? Huh? Do ya?
Yeah, I BET you do. C'mon MAKE ME!
If my son were reading this he'd tell me to never blog in trash talk again. He's quite clear in letting me know I am an embarrassment to his teenage sense of "cool."
Today's Small Thing is to do some Trash Talking with me. Whoop up on all those little wastebaskets in bathrooms and bedrooms that mostly contain old kleenexes and receipts, and don't get emptied regularly. It's time for a smack down. They've been riding low under the radar of the trash police, but get ready to smoke 'em out and gather up the trash for a trip to the pen.
EACH
POINTS: 10 per trash can emptied, no limit! Last time we did this, I think I counted 11 wastebaskets in my house. Baby, that's a lotta trash to crunk.
Song of the Day: Lose My Soul, Toby Mac
