This is the problem with recycling day:
I'm putting the blue bin out on the curb, and the man who runs the gallery across the street asks, "You guys had a big party and didn't invite me?"
Me: What?
Him (pointing at the contents of the recycling bin): Looks like you guys had a big party.
Me: Nope.
Him: ...okay.
So, I guess my roommates and I drink a lot or something.
On a different note, if Amish people aren't allowed to wear zippers, why are they allowed to go to Disneyland?
I'm putting the blue bin out on the curb, and the man who runs the gallery across the street asks, "You guys had a big party and didn't invite me?"
Me: What?
Him (pointing at the contents of the recycling bin): Looks like you guys had a big party.
Me: Nope.
Him: ...okay.
So, I guess my roommates and I drink a lot or something.
On a different note, if Amish people aren't allowed to wear zippers, why are they allowed to go to Disneyland?
They're visiting Amish Hell? The rides simulate everything they want sex to be? Disneyland seems an antithesis of Amish values, so I've no idea. Ask an Amish person, then, in response to anything sounding like a rationalization, reply "That sounds so Catholic." You might as well put his/her pacifism to the test too.
I hate Disneyland because paying to stand in line is plain crazy. Plus, it seems rather passive and dull. I feel like a herd animal in amusement parks, which really grates my nerves.