Ayulsa City - Ieeya

Shack on the target.

[align=justify][font=verdana][color=green]But, a dumpster is an actual thing. It's a metal container in which rubbish is dumped. Hence the name "dumpster".

So, yes, whilst you may be able to dump things in a shack, that does not make it a dumpster. It could either be a dump-shack or a shack-dump... I'd go with the former.

...... Hay-shack......

OH! Seriously, thanks. I realized just how lacking my vocab is. I put it as dumpster when what I had in mind was landfill.

[align=justify][font=verdana][color=green]No worries. Glad I could help. If you still want to get the message across, even "dump" would be fine. Dumps exist. Been to them recently in fact.

Anyway, the shack is built somewhere on the landfill.

[align=justify][font=verdana][color=green]I see. Fair enough.

Lol, I might make a "Recycling Centre" thread. You like to dump your thoughts down as and when you want. I prefer to sift through my thoughts and ideas and retrieve the ones which may be of use to me, or anyone else, in the future. These can then be used time and time again.

Maybe anyway...

That's why landfill is more accurate for me. I'm quite disorganized, and to find those things I actually have to go through all the past memories, checking the sparks of ideas I've got before. It's a messy and cluttered mind, much like one has to scour the whole landfill to find anything valuable.

Wouldn't a vault be better?

I like the openness of a landfill. Vault contains mostly valuable things too.

Oh. Yeah. A vault would be more appropriate for me.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling

Lolno. Even a dump is too glorified for you.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~

Hm hm hmhm hmm.

...... Care bump......

Oh yeah?! Well, you're uh.. ugly!

Sex shack?

Dont be too narrow minded. -.-