Good morning from the moldy, condensation dripping home of your favorite furry green muppet! I’m pinch hitting, well, because SP threatened to sharpen my trash can lid and I don’t need sharp metal objects laying around while Mrs. trshmnstr is lamenting my avoidance of the snip snip surgery. She may get…ideas. *shudder*
Just thinking about it makes my felt retract within itself. My pal Kermit used to be a baritone until Miss Piggy got ahold of the tadpoles, if you get my drift. Speaking of Miss Piggy, how ’bout the links?
I’m sure it’s somebody’s birthday today, but I don’t care about that trash.
Sports… Hockey is coming up on the Stanley Cup, right? The Stanley Cup looks like a giant trash can, so i approve. Horses race each other and some are injected with trash, so I approve. Indy 500 is coming up, and they release a bunch of balloons that turn into trash, so I approve. Pro disc golf has the week off, but the baskets look kinda like trash cans, so I approve. Pro basketball is trash, but not the good kind, so I disapprove. The trash family is going to a baseball game on Sunday, where I expect to eat trash and throw trash on the ground, so I approve. Soccer is for Eurotrash, so I approve.
Now, let me rummage through the ol’ can here and see what I can scare up…
|One man’s treasure is another man’s trash.|
|Dr. Jekyll may be nice, but Hyde will spit on you and call you trash.|
|Mushrooms to help clean up this trash?|
|Guess who ended up in my trash.|
|People don’t want it, so throw the extras in the trash.|