It’s hard to post uplifting information these days, and everyone is trying their best.
“New acne medicine will get rid of those zits, but may cause melanoma.”
“This pill will stop your need to pee, but will also cause your next bowel movement to resemble the glacier that cut through Yosemite Valley.”
“We can give you an erection, but you you’ll have head-aches too (and not the same head you’re thinking, you dirty boy!)”
“Jobs are available, but you’re not qualified because you can’t type more than three words a minute.”
“You will lose weight, but you’ll see huge skin sacks develop under your arms that look like hammocks for pygmies.”
Times are indeed tough and one way that many are making it is through recycling. Cans, bottles, paper, plastic – you name it, people are recycling. And, in the Worried Worker’s neighborhood, there is now developing an opportunity to sell your shit to the highest bidder.
You don’t just leave it in the garbage pick-up anymore, you stand outside as the recyclers emerge in the morning and offer your discards to the highest price. You get money. They get money. You don’t have to hang on to that stuff. They take the stuff to a recycler who bundles it on a barge and sets it off to sea.
So, please, take better care of your garbage. You could make a fortune!











I used to collect stamps, then we had as flood. Then, I collected crystal and we had an earthquake. Then I collected air balloons and I got gas.