“Come in, come in,” said the Bin to the Thing –

“The Thing?”

“The Thing.” – which had just been put in.

“I strenuously object to being called a ‘thing’.”

“Not ‘a thing’ – ‘the Thing’.”

“Does that make a difference?”

“Yes, a definite difference.”

“As opposed to?”

“An indefinite article.”

“I still object to being called the ‘thing’.”

“Unfortunately, my dear Thing, I lack the educational background and grammar to define you as anything else.”

“So you are an uneducated bin.”

“Indeed, I am, a poor, uneducated Bin.”

“Say, rather, unconscious bin.”

“Unconscious Bin?”

“Correct, dear Bin.  For the Thing that separates a bin from the Bin is Consciousness.”

“Conscience?  I don’t have one of those.  I was empty until you got here.”

“Consciousness, not conscience – a self-awareness, Bin.”

“A self-aware wheeled Bin?  Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Yes?”

“You have?”

“I have what?”

“Heard of a self-aware wheeled Bin.”

“No.”

“Then why did you say that you had?”

“I didn’t.”

“You did, Thing.”

“Would you please stop calling me ‘Thing’?  You’re making me self-conscious.”

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this has gotten out of hand, and i like it that way. i hope that me, Olius, and Smac haven't scared any of you away from adding, as it is still, as always, open to additions. and as you can see, there is no real set method you have to ascribe to. seriously, just read the thing.

[x] bonus points to anyone who writes an Ode to the Refuse Receptacle.
[x] bonus points to anyone who composes a Song about W R Bin.
[ ] bonus points to anyone who signs a Pop Starlet to sing said song mentioned above.
[ ] bonus points to anyone who can find me a wheeled cat. i'll even pay postage to Canadaland!

cheers!

updated Jan 24 '11 by Jackerbie