The charm of throwing things

Myself and Cora threw out loads of shit from the box room one evening (all your dirty clothes tommy boy, what shall we dooo with them?) and felt really happy about it.
While throwing out the first things this guy came up asking if the TV worked, if the computer was alive, what was in one of the boxes... like as if it was a guided tour of garbage or something. Half an hour later Jim came up with one of the big bottles we had just thrown out.

I have salt lakrits from Holland. Jippi!