"One man's trash..." was the slogan of Landfill

"One man's trash..." was the slogan of Landfill Days, my town's response to waste accumulation. Everyone came for BYOB Tuesday and stayed for the games, like Find the Needle in The

Giant Rotting Pit of Refuse and Pin the Tail on the Unnaturally Large Landfill Rodent. I don't normally play Landfill Days games, but when I do, I prefer

to keep it rather hush hush. See my wife never really understood why I went to the Landfill Days Games until she stumbled upon my studies a few months back. My strange fetish never

cause any good. I was expelled from school for drawing landfills. My parents kicked me out of the house after I told them about my love of landfills. And now my wife

and I take our vacations to the heaps of garbage on the outskirts of Mexico City. It was were we first met with our love for discarded plastic bags and predator gulls. Hoarding wa

s always hard in our cramped apartment in NYC but here in the enormous trash heaps outside Mexico City we're free to gather discarded Mayan pyramid souvenirs, maracas & ...skulls?

But Annie wasn't listening to Howard. She was climbing up the Mayan Pyramid steps. She left her fanny pack on the ground. It seemed like she was in a trance. Howard picked up

his pace (and her fanny pack) and started bounding up the steps of the Mayan temple.Sure enough, Annie's eyes looked otherworldly. She looked through him, not at him. Howard

chased Annie up the steps of the Mayan temple. Howard could feel the burn and thought to himself finally those pole dancing classes were starting to pay off. Upon reaching the top

Howard caught Annie by her hips and twirled her about and up. "We made it we are here at the top of temple" He pulled her around and in snug against his body and they kissed.