Well, it’s a good thing that this weekend is a long one. At least, for lucky me, it is. For three days, I get to prepare for my big move at the end of the month, by doing some cleaning, sorting and packing.

It’s amazing how much stuff you realize you have, when you’re packing. I don’t know about you, but me… I ain’t no pack rat, by any stretch of the imagination. I always make sure that I don’t keep things I don’t use in a year or two, more or less. Be it clothes, furniture, appliances, whatever. If possible, I’d rather have an empty space than useless clutter (although, my clutter may be someone else’s treasure).

Yeah. Stuff. Sometimes, you need them. Sometimes, they just sit there, taking up valuable real estate and gathering dust. And, what’s worse is that you sometimes need to carry them off from the old place to the new one, with absolutely no logical reason, whatsoever. So this weekend, I arranged for almost half of what I own to be picked up by the Salvation Army. Crazy? Always! Yep, I could’ve done a yard sale but I opted to simply donate a roomful of unused goods instead. Free printer, scanner, CD changer, two beds, a couch, coffee table, portable heater, box fan, two juice extractors, office swivel chairs, assorted kitchen appliances and utensils, folding picnic chairs, flower vases and tons more. I feel so much lighter already!

However, all this packing is so exhausting, it made me want to take a little breather and have some laugh. It’s a good way to unwind. And, what better way to do this than to get a dose of classic George Carlin. So, here you go. In this routine, he yaks about, what else… stuff.

This is a riot, y’all! Enjoy it!