What is in that trashcan?
I think that it is possible that the trashcan in the kitchen might have died - or something - because that is the only way to explain the horrid odor that has aggressively wafted the several room trip necessary to reach my sensitive schnoz.
Seriously - whatever is happening in the kitchen is totally out of control.
“Why are you in the business of blaming the poor little trashcan - mean Mister Bumpercar?” You may be on the edge of your seat (preferably with your hand up - always lead a question with an upwardly outstretched hand - just to keep things proper) - about to ask - following up quickly - and before I could possibly ever answer with a “What’d it ever do to you anyways - besides lugging all of your nasty - icky garbage around - without you ever even once stopping to give it a ‘Hey there fine job - kiddo!’ - or nothing . . . what kind of inanimate tyrant are you anyways - huh?!”
Well - to answer your first question - while deftly ignoring the second part - I just recently emptied the trashcan of it’s vile contents - and now have to wonder if they were the only things keeping the can from assaulting my air.
Oh well - time to take a shower with the trashcan - I guess.
It is really the only option that I can think of - at this point.
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