No, it’s not a political one. It’s this: who comes along after trash has been collected on trash day, opens a neighbor’s trash can, and deposits two unsealed bags of foul, stinking, rain-drenched trash? Who does that?
William’s right; I am beseiged by idiocy.
Perhaps they were raised in Little Diomede, Alaska.
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