If it fits, it sits
But there’s a fat man
In the plastic trash can
With the blues
I hear him moanHe looks like a gopher that just came up out of the ground! Either that, or a naked mole rat.
That bin is the secret entrance to his underground lair.
In a black can thats going to heat up nicely, like some thermal storage. He is frying his head and boiling his body what a genius.
For a moment I thought “Why has that guy got a small Barbara Hepworth sculpture on his stepladder?” before realising it was a hat on its side.
This is the kind of shit I mean when I say I’m culturally a redneck. Man’s living his best life right there.
The cocktail that obviously took some love for detail to prepare is what turns this from sad / desperate to really fucking cool. Though some shade would be great, but I guess that’s the way of the redneck ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Those pasty shoulders are going to need medical attention in about five minutes
Oscar the Grouch mf right here
That man figured out how to hack Matrix.
Thats why they call it white trash?
What an energy.
Wheelie bin Wayne. Cocktail anyone?
is his name Oscar by any chance?
