On the Road Again

The biped decided to go on a little road trip yesterday with his friend, Stephen. As usual, I had no notice until me and my box were thrown in the back of the car. The biped said they were "antiquing". I thought we'd gotten enough of that when he put me in that fleatrap.

The whole idea seems to focus on paying good money for the crap no one else wants. Here's one of the places:


So you just go in and sift through everything. Dishes, silverware, pictures, mirrors, chiffoniers and armoires and highboys and lowboys and crank crank crank. I can only take so much, then I have to go sleep in the car.




Here's that Stephen buying out the house.



He bought so much stuff, I almost had to ride on top of the car. And for all those hours of driving, you'd think the biped would have picked up a little more than this.