The Junkyard

I always complain when Paul drags me to a junkyard. But part of me enjoys it, if only for a few minutes (until I get hot).

I think it’s cool how they stack the cars up, they look like they will topple over but they dont’.

I know it’s morbid, but I look for gore, when people get in car accidents they bleed, and they loose arms and fingers. I think it would be neat to find a finger.

but I never find anything gory. Just dirty junk.

and lots of tires.

and cute junkyard cats.
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About alanamarie26

Marine Wife, Mom, Student. Trying to keep a household running while going to school full time.
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