The junk in the garage is substantial br stacks of crap and more crap br shit we once used or thought we needed br books we never read lay dormant br pictures of the dog that died years ago br bicycles with seats too small for expanded ass br cassette tapes and albums by the hundreds.... br fishing rods and reels with lures and sharp hooks br something Fleetwood Mac ran out of.... br hours of wasted labor are represented by the piles of crap br and now it all must go br Artificial Christmas trees complete with Hallmark ornaments br Giant Santa...plastic pumpkins....witches and goblins br fog machine....water skies...surfboards everything must go... br put it out in the yard.... br Basketball....baseballs....baseball cards...football cards... br Dan Marino has thrown his last pass....$.50cents br Bottles and jars....glasses and pans.... br Makes one wonder where this crap br comes from or how we acquired it in the first place br My wife looks at it all....and says to me br Someone had to have been smoking something.... br and it must have been damn good....