A tid bit on Recycling. Holy Bejeezuz.

Oh Holy Bejeezuz.

Someone explain this one to me.... Why is it that the human race cannot recycle their fucking soda cans, but they find it to be a good idea to recycle past relationships?!?

I mean, seriously, You ditched them/they ditched you for a reason... You thought they smelled, they were OCD, they decided to become a truck driver, they said profanities too much, they treated their mother like garbage, they didn't open your car door, they didn't have doors on their vehicle, they were a prick, they screwed someone else, they screwed several someone elses, they couldn't pony up, they were bad in bed, they were a former porn star, they had too much back hair, they had too little back hair, their mother was crazed.... Whatever. (If I have missed any large flaws let me know.)

There was obviously something wrong with them, so you sent them to the city dump, only the garbage man pulled them out of the trash heap and took them to the recycling plant, and they were melted and reformed into a NEW piece of crap.

News Flash: They are still crap. Still as crappy as ever. Chances are, that the flaw in the plastic, the hole in the aluminum, or the crack in the glass is still there.

Moral of the story: Friends don't let friends reuse crap.  ¶ 11:38 AM