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- Do you need that?
- That's my junk!
- Really? Herein?!
- Just because it's not in a pink box like some cake doesn't mean it's garbage.
- Why didn't I take a suitcase?
- I don't have one.
- And what do you go on vacation with?
- With imagination.

"They even sold garbage: rolls of paper residues for the production of napkins and toilet paper. Of course, with kickbacks. Money was made of everything. I estimate that millions of dollars have settled in their pockets every year."

If something is not read within six months, it is garbage. Throw it away!

I like Winston, but he's a politician. I'd rather be a garbage man than a politician. ... It's bad when you see two sides of the issue, and you have to (officially) follow one.

Garbage never leaves the landfill!

- Looks like loot, but in fact - garbage. Boo!
- If he wants to rest, he will find us.

- Well, nobody saw.

When you despise for no reason, condemn someone's thoughts, reasoning, you are like a sergeant who, passing by a private, deliberately throws a chocolate wrapper past the urn. Why is he doing this? In order to make fun of someone who is lower in rank. Make the recruit pick up his garbage from the ground and throw it where it should be - in the trash can.

- Lisa, who are you now? Garden scarecrow?
- It's called "goth", sad goth. My new name is Sad Black Crow.
- Class! Let's play together: go to cemeteries and summon the Prince of Darkness, kissing the garbage!
- Come on. Just practice first, kissing the goddess Irony... living in this stone. Kiss for an hour and a half. [Lisa gives Milhouse a stone and leaves]
- I obey, Mistress. [Milhouse kisses the stone]

Human debris (garbage among people) swirled in the last whirlpool before perishing in the mist.

It so happens that at school a math teacher tries to teach underachieving students to solve problems and equations correctly, but nothing happens. Many of these students could say to the teacher, "Don't be offended by fools who are not given good learning abilities. Someone has to work as a janitor and collect garbage on the street, and someone to sit in a high position and command people, someone is better given calculations, and someone, for example, sports. Such is life on earth! »

My mother once wrote a poem about rivers. They're like women, it said. They begin with little girls, streams in bright flowers. Then they grow up, turn into rapid streams, pave paths in granite, throw themselves from the rocks, fearless, unstoweet. Then they are distributed, become calm and businesslike, goods and different garbage float along wide smooth turns. But in the dark depths of the unconscious grow huge som, reaching the size of a barge. Once every hundred years, storms occur, rivers take back their words, change marriage vows and flood the banks. Finally they exhale, devastated by childbirth, and turn into vast swamps adjacent to the sea.

- And why did they fall asleep?
- Why? The neighboring street is being cleared for the proletarian holiday of May 1.
- And why did they pour out on this street?
- Where are you from, man? Because this street will be cleared for the next Soviet holiday in a week!
- Then this garbage will be moved back from here!

Those who break the laws of the shinobi world are called trash, but those who leave their comrades in trouble are worse than trash.