On Jan 13, 11:26*pm, " wrote:
On Jan 13, 11:16 pm, Oren wrote:





I have had cans blow down the road on occasion, that I needed to
recover. Nothing like this example!

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This message is to the person who stole my new trashcan this Tuesday.
Although I will probably never see my trashcan again, I want to let
you know how I feel.

You are a vile, loathsome excuse for a human being.

I would bet money that one of the following applies to you:

1. You are a democrat and voted for Obama.

2. You are on Medicaid, Welfare, or some other government assistance
because you're to apathetic to work for things you want in life.

3. If you are not funded, then you are related to someone who is.

4. You are a narcissistic, prideful sociopath with an unjustified
sense of entitlement, clearly illustrated by your status in society.

5. You have problems with relationships, trust, and holding jobs.

6. You have bad oral hygiene and rarely if ever floss your teeth.

7. You could find enough money in the dimples of your ass to buy the
same trash can from WalMart.

Am I getting close?

I hope that this message transcends this website and melds itself into
the plastic fibers of my lovely trashcan. I hope that your Tuesdays
and Fridays are literally "trash days". I sincerely hope that when you
are diagnosed with cancer, the culprit is carcinogenic fumes from the
plastic trashcan you stole.

I will be scouting the neighborhood so have your receipts ready
people.

I had one of those large grey trash bins on wheels. Like 9 cubic yards
or so . I dropped my garbage bags off my porch into the dumpster like
bin.

Come gaarbage day I rolled it to the end of the driveway.

It was big enough animals couldnt rip into the bags or if they did the
trash couldnt blow around, The trash guys could just grab the bags out
of it. Had it for 12 or 14 years one day POOF GONE

Dont know if trash guys took it by mistake or someone thought it was
out of trash and rehomed it.

in any case new ones are over 300 bucks.

I miss mine too know how you must feel after many years we got
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Where I live you have to turn YOUR serial numbered trash can in when
you move or pay for it. When I moved I had the wrong can. Apparently
the garbage collectors had mixed the one up on my street. I thought
they were going to call the police for having the wrong can. Anyway I
went back home and checked with a couple od neighbors and found my can
and called called the rude city employee's boss. When I went back I
was treated very differently from the first time I was there. Many
apologies were given. However as I walked out the door I heard some
one refer to me as an SOB. That made me feel especially good as I knew
that someones butt had been well chewed.

Jimmie