It's all fun and games until someone gets left home from the vacation

So I was having a good time trying to unpack everything that my friends were packing and rolling around in their suitcase when little did I know that this meant that they were leaving me. The most insulting part of it all was that they locked me in my cage. Are you freaking kidding me? You think you can just leave me here locked in a cage like I am some kind of... some kind of...animal? Luckily Grandma was there to spring me the next day. It was lonely with no one to harass all day. But I am sure that they were pathetically lost without me becuase when they got home it was all, Dizzee this, and Dizzee that. Don't worry, I'll make them make it up to me.

Me gusta la basura (that's right, I am multi-lingual)

For those of you that aren't, it means that I like the garbage. If you are like most people who don't share their home with a helpful friend like me, when you throw something away it is done, gone away, not worried about until you take out the garbage. Ever heard the phrase "one man's garbage is another man's treasure?" If you haven't, it is probably because I didn't get ithe quote right... but you know what I mean. I don't see any reason to throw out perfectly good toilet paper roll. I can think of a thousand things to do it and I have just the place to put it. So typically you can throw things a way 2, 3, or even 4 times. I just like to make sure that you are absolutely sure you wanted to throw it away. You can thank me later.