Rubbish sack policy anger

Wokingham Times: Woman complains that town's new rubbish sack limit is going to bring slight inconvenience to her life
Down the trouser legs and spread it round the prison yard. I understand that works.
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Wokingham Times: Woman complains that town's new rubbish sack limit is going to bring slight inconvenience to her life
Down the trouser legs and spread it round the prison yard. I understand that works.
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Alistair Coleman
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8:00 am
Labels: angry women, First World problems, Wokingham Times
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5 comments:
I used to put it in a bucket and leave it out the back until dark. Then I'd take it down the road and put it down the nearest drain. If the drain's too much of a walk for you chuck it over the back fence. What?
Would any brave soul care to fill her bin with something hot?
I'd dump a sackload of white-hot stuff in her hotbin composter.
I'd demonstrate to her that there's nothing rubbish about the contents of my sack.
Mid-poo pose!
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