I was going to post a whole photo-tour, but my camera batteries died and since I've been to Target every single day since we've been here, it will have to wait a bit. In the meantime, please meet Garbage and Recycling. Garbage is a little crazy. Look at that forced smile. He's probably angry that there's far less for him to eat around here, since there's a nice shiny disposal that eats all the leftover beans and shit.
Recycling, however, is decidedly pleased with herself. She's all, Oh, check me out. I am hot. The city of Madison takes almost everything for recycling, and I'm gonna give it to them.
That is the most quasi-sexual statement/thought process I've ever attributed to a waste receptacle, so I'm going to duck out here, review my AP style handbook, and we can meet up tomorrow. In the meantime, why don't you get yourself a set and go deface something in your house? Email me a photo when you finish. I'll declare the winner Thursday.
LMAO---Xtina, I love your cans....er...well, you know what I mean. I especially like the crazed look on the garbage can's face. Poor guy looks like he's had a bit too much coffee (or caffeine), what with his one eye slightly larger than the other. Who knew trash could be so much fun.
ReplyDeletethose cans kick ass, i'm sure you know that i love them deeply and truly. ohhh, i want to enter the contest!!!! i'm going to win!!! can i use a sharpie, though? okay, i'll think of something. but i'll end on this note: in 6th grade i coloured my entire hand purple with the grape marker. and then the substitute teacher called me outside and yelled at me, warning me that doing things such as that could cause alzheimers. yes, really.
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