Many times we just hurl them off the bridge onto I-75 as it is much more convenient and things just kind of get sort themselves out on their own from there, except for that one time when there were cows walking down there. Not then. Never then.
As I recall, one person self-designates as the property protector. It is a simple job, you drink until you become as lifeless and still as the tables and chairs and discarded bottles. Splayed out amongst the trash on the soft grass of the bridge, usually the presence of an apparent corpse is enough to ward off potential thieves.
I quit that racket years ago, money makes me feel physically ill. These days I lie and steal for the love of the game.
We just talked about this. That's my stuff.
It’s game day!
Love the Euro date format!It’s game day!
Ahhhh, Buzzczar’s looking for a gameday ban.
