Junk unwanted

Can you guess where I am?

Not a junkyard.

Not the porch of a frat house.

It’s the alley behind my apartment building.

That’s right, I can’t get a blue recycling bin there, but I can get a toilet and a couch. That’s practically a furnished apartment, if you round it.

It must be the height of plumbing season in my neighborhood. This is the second toilet spotted outside of a bathroom recently.

Barely twelve hours later, I spotted the remains of someone’s office rage on the sidewalk:

Someone, somewhere is still waiting on a fax.

Yeahhhh, I'm still gonna need those TPS reports.

Needless to say, reminiscent of:


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