Dude... anything you wanna dump -- books or clothes -- call me. I'll even help you make the schelp. But no way in hell am I going to let you... a) dump books. Never never never. And b) dump clothes. We're the same size. Repeat that... we're the same size. You know the number. Call me. My car has a really big ass trunk. And I've got no day job right now.

And -- final guilt points -- you lived less than two miles from me for a year, and never managed to hook up for a trip to the coolest used bookstore around. Cunt. I'll lick your abandoned carpets clean in order to save your book-stash from the trash heap. And use your blog to make you feel guilty for it...

Books books books... (Homer Simpson sigh goes here.)

You wound me, Jon. Did you really think I'd throw books away? I did mention in passing that I'm going to donate them. Of course, you're welcome to get first crack at the pile before I do. You don't even have to lick my carpets--which is better for everybody, as they'd probably render you blind.

As far as the clothes go...you're welcome to look, but I don't think there's much you'll want. Anything I'm getting rid of is either damn huge or damn worn. The books are a better bet.

You are so getting rid of "The Big Book of Meat."

"The Big Book of Meat?"

Oh, that could be taken in sooooooo many ways...

As for the clothes -- so big is not a disadvantage, apparently. Y'know, since the kids seem so fond of wearing clothes that threaten to fall of them at any second. As for too worn... call it lived in, and you could make $20 a pop at Buffalo Exchange... for too big clothes to be later sold at $35 a pop to fashion whore teenagers. You know the type. Guys with 28 inch waists who will find 34 inch pants and scream, "Oh, wow. This is perfect..."

Kind of the ultimate recycling, isn't it?

But... back to this "Big Book of Meat" -- if it's not a cookbook, um... okay, if it's not a cookbook, maybe I don't want to know.

At least it's not called the "Book of Big Meat"...

/Pork: The Other White Verb.
//I so want to put that on a T-shirt, although I'd probably be so sued by those other Pork bastards...

To wit, I did the same thing with many books when I moved from the Armpit or Riverside to Canyon Crest. For me, I donated something like three paper bags worth of old paperbacks. Perhaps on one of your trips to buy used paperbacks from the Riverside Library, you picked up something that used to be mine.

Your comment about duplicate copies made me smile. I also cannot count how many times I've browsed a used book store or rummage sale, found a handful of novels and whatnot, only to come home to discover one or more was a duplicate.

Did your place have a garage? Though I kept only about half of my books, there's still no convenient place in the apartment to put them. I already owned two persons' worth of stuff, and with my wife that makes three. Thus many of my books are sealed and in boxe in the rafters of my garage.