I have to say there are too many subjects happening right now in the world that qualifie for your rubish bin (you know the one that started this story ? it has wheels?!, yes that ONE), anyway i thought i got the idea behind all of it but then i shook my head in dismay and shouted for no one to hear "Rubish". Absolute rubish and them i was smiling, only you jack would have started such an amusing anecdote, because this has to be one, in an absurd conversation between to good friends about maybe if you are so inclined, phylosophy.
Because on a serious note the only sense i got of all of this, and my fingers are pointing all around this rubish is that you guys are having a ball....And i did enjoy the pedo joke... So funny, in a very sad way...Still funny...
But then i realise that if you are puting down what you really think about somebody story it can only be about what they are doing so here is my contribute...
" rubish" She politely tried to look less than confused.
" You are asking if i can give you any of my rubish to put in your willie bin?"
"Well yes, you see there is notting in it. I need there to be SOMETHING."
Because obviously that had made anymore sense!! She decided to grant the LUNATIC,with something so she could go back inside it was freezing out here!!
"Ok. I think i have some in my kitchen bin"
And just like that Jack bin became something else , it no longer was empty.
You can draw your own conclusions of what she provided to put in, but you are asking me, it has one name only, TROUBLE...