Beneficial Benevolence


My dumb roommate one day is stuffing his old shitty clothes into a garbage bag and phone calling a local church to pick up his trash and give it to the poor.  He leaves the bag outside and is smoking a cig right next to it while waiting for this priest or one of the his peons to pick it up.  I say why don’t you just come inside and stare at the wall with me?  He says I don’t want anyone to steal the clothes.  I say, isn’t that the point?

This article was written by Hugh Honey. Vic Vinegar is now finished.

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