Tahthedump, Tahthedump, Tahthedump, Dump, Dump.
This is silly but, there is something about going to the dump with your son. It’s a ritual by now. We get a trailer full of junk and off we go. The stinky dump with the huge tractors on sheepsfoot wheels climbing over the pile of American over-packaging castoffs and old broken toys and shower […]
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