When I was a kid, we lived next door to a family of hoarders. Everybody in the neighborhood hated those people. And who could blame them? The place was overflowing with every imaginable kind of junk. Old magazines. Hubcaps. Rusty birdcages. Rags. Plastic flowers. Little green army men. Plumbing fixtures. A ukulele. A Boston Red Sox hat with beer stains all over it.
What If There Were A Noah's Ark For Ideas.
What If There Were A Noah's Ark For Ideas.
What If There Were A Noah's Ark For Ideas.
When I was a kid, we lived next door to a family of hoarders. Everybody in the neighborhood hated those people. And who could blame them? The place was overflowing with every imaginable kind of junk. Old magazines. Hubcaps. Rusty birdcages. Rags. Plastic flowers. Little green army men. Plumbing fixtures. A ukulele. A Boston Red Sox hat with beer stains all over it.