Right! There’s no longer a public dump within a 2 hour drive, the garbage truck won’t pick it up. They do have pickups twice a year for large items so my couch will sit on the side of the road all winter or I could pay for an entire dumpster of which my couch will fill 10% of it.
I ended up burning the fucking thing. If busted I’d get fined, but my county brought this on themselves.
Yes, maybe they’ll be reduced to literally living in the gutter, but at least the guy they elect will symbolically try to pass unconstitutional legislation to stop TEH GEYS FROM MARRYING. And do something about the horrible problem of FUCKING IMMIGRANTS.
I fucked an immigrant once. Glad I got that out of the way if it’s going to be against the law sometime soon!
Everyone’s practicality is difference. This is why autocracy trumps direct democracy.
I really wish you wouldn’t use “autocracy” and “trump” in the same sentence.
Dunno how it is in the glorious Youessovay, land of the free and the tax-raise allergic, but 'round here there’s a city hall number to call to set up “large items” garbage pick-ups for anything that doesn’t or shouldn’t fit inside a bin - from computer CRTs to grand pianos.
(although in large cities, I wouldn’t bother. Just leave 'em on the curb, go for a coffee, they’ll be gone by the time you’re done :o. I remember once helping out with emptying a friend’s cellar for said special pick-up, lots of random shit and every time we’d arrive at the curb half of the shit we’d brought up on the last trip - wall lamps, chairs, even a gorram sink - was already gone.)
I have had to dispose of several large furniture items in the past several years (a futon, some craptacular, falling-apart bookshelves I’d replaced, some broken computer chairs and the like). In every single instance, I put them on my front porch with a note that said “Free To A Good Home”. The longest my doorbell went without someone ringing it to inquire whether they could have the whatever was an hour. In one case, I did not even make it to the kitchen before the doorbell rang.
ETA: I have no earthly idea why, in the face of a “Free To A Good Home” sign people bothered to ring the doorbell and inquire, but every single time someone did. Good manners, I suppose? I would have thought the sign was adequate permission.
for a real challenge, try throwing away a garbage can.
In my city they have a clean-up day twice a year (semi-annual?, biannual?). You put the junk out on your curb and the city comes and picks up what the vultures don’t scavenge, for free.
Otherwise you can haul it to the city or regional landfill for a small fee.
My wife does that on a fairly regular basis.
They didn’t take it the first day. The next time I put a sign on it that said please take, so they took the sign. The next time I stuffed into another trash can. They took it out. Then I entered a Homer Simpson like rage and crushed the can into a basketball sized lump of galvanized metal and put it in another trash can. They looked at it, laughed, and had no intention of taking it until they saw me watching.
Dey tuk er blowjerbs!!
Poor people are the worst. Why do they gotta drag down society like they do? I wish they would all just go away to North Korea.
That’s a love seat, not a couch (which is a sofa).
Call your municipality’s non-emergency number (the maintenance/garbage/whatever department, assuming there is one).
I had to dispose of a sofa (full 102" size). Called, figuring we’d need to schedule a special pick up or was going to be told to go pound sand or something. City Hall said “nah, just leave it on the curb, we’ll get it with the regular pickup”.
Electronics or large appliances*, need to call about. Everything else they just take a way.
Nope…dead-end street in an old railroad town in eastern North Carolina. 
(Inexplicably, there was a “College Street” in town though…)
Yeah, leave it at the curb works here, too. Besides the ‘ordinary’ people who might pick up a chair or nightstand that they have need up, we have a slew of free-range recyclers. They come around the afternoon/evening of the day before the townwide garbage collection day with trucks and trailer and scoop up darn near anything.
The only stuff I’ve seen left for the official collectors lately are big screen tvs of the humongous tube type.
Twice a year, for a Saturday and a Sunday each time, our city allows its residents to go to a local landfill and dispose of junk, excepting anything with Freon. Two days ago I loaded up my truck with accumulated stuff, most notably an old cast-iron sink and pedestal. (Damn, that sink top was heavy.) I pulled out of our driveway to go to the landfill which is situated in an old limestone quarry and is named, curiously enough, The Quarry Landfill. Then I …
Well.
I guess you know the rest of the story.