It's an involved process that starts with the consumer. My wife's far more environmentally conscious than I am, so she strives to adhere to the compli...ated and often subtle standards of what goes in which bin, etc. And so she has become far more frustrated than I when the trash man decides, for some reason, to NOT empty one of our bins on some random Monday.One summer years ago we went three weeks without the trash man emptying our recycling bin. He took the trash and the compost, but for some. He worked for my parents and had been cleared by them for date material. I am certain that was for attitude and not the size of his dick. Not that I am complaining because he was quite satisfactory in that department.We went to a movie at one of the last remaining drive-ins in the valley and it was packed to the max on Saturday night. The speaker was having a problem because it seemed to buzz on the high pitched sound effects in the movie. It didn't bother me at all because I wasn't interested. "* * *Sometimes, a dress rehearsal really is a dress rehearsal.I mean, we knew all the lyrics and all the chords, but what we didn'tknow about was all the dressing shit. Men think women's clothes areeasy. Hah. They're pretty, and they're soft, but they are't easy.It took me 10 minutes to figure out how to fasten a bra. Joe-Joe keptripping pantyhose. Jessie looked like a raccoon with his eye-liner. Abackstage film crew could have had a ball. Only Andy seemed to be good atthis.It was kind of. He pounded my cunt so fuckin' hard the pain just seared through my body as I cried out in agony. After what seemed like an eternity he slowed down and bent down over me more, "Kiss me" he said softly as I tried to come back to earth. "Kiss me love" he then added and I reached up and embraced him as our lips once again met. He slowly fucked me as we kissed, his strokes more gentle and more sensual as better than even Joe could do to me. When he broke off, "You like a black cock fuckin' you.