Friends often ask me if I would like to set up some sort of arrangement where, if something happened to me - - say I was in an accident and I'm in the hospital and unconscious or something - - that they would have a key to my apartment so they could "straighten up the house"... so to speak.
In other words, they would go into my "toy closet" (again, it's not a "toy box" it's a "toy closet" - - I take my play time VERY seriously) and they would remove anything that might cause me public embarrassment. Or that might throw my parents into cardiac arrest.
But I always refuse those kind offers. The way I see it, I don't want to remove those items - - I want to put them in the middle of the room and focus huge spotlights on them.
"Give the people something to talk about," I always say. It's the white trash boy in me.
This video says it all...
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