As far back as I can remember, my Uncle David has always sent me a box of trash on my birthday.
To be fair, it’s not so much “trash” as it is items that might be leftover from a garage sale. You might then take these items to a charity, where they’d kindly be denied. They’d become trash when you stop by a dumpster on the way home.
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You know those idiotic emails that fill your spam folder informing you of an inheritance or a business opportunity from a Nigerian Prince or a Russian Diplomat? Does anyone actually respond to those? Who would possibly be dumb enough to think this was a legitimate business opportunity? I decided that dumb person would be me.