My memory is garbage

Go on and trash this.

I only know to put out my garbage because, when I get up on the morning the garbage and recycling trucks pass, my neighbors have their containers out already.  I suspect I'm not the only one who lives in this sort of blistful, sheep-like state of ignorance.  I'm betting many of my neighbors live in this state as well.  After all, we all live in the same neighborhood.

Copyright 2006 Ale[x]plorer.
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