On a related side note. A man rented a building in the town where I work and was selling "used furniture." Well the market wasn't what he thought and his business failed. I know, what a shock. The guy fled and left the building owner with a warehouse full of furniture that he bought on the cheap from ravaged Louisiana. The furniture was all junk and probably covered in God knows what. Last I saw the building owner had three 30 yard dumpsters full waiting to be picked up.
Like he said, be careful this year. Even up here in the Northeast.
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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