So my friend Greg went through a divorce earlier this year. That will make a great post some day if I actually sit down and write it out, but not the purpose of this one at the moment. So J (his ex-wife) finally decides it’s time for him to bring her the last of her stuff. Here’s the truckload of shit we bring to her.

Not too bad. A tad bit much for what I would call the “little bit left of what I have of hers…” Little bit? K. To make it entertaining though, she lives in a little fucking hole. I am 5′11″. And I have to duck to get into this hovel.

We cram all her shit in there… how it all works? Not our problem.