I walked with my empty can up to the trash can. I had to options:
1. To gently place the can in the
trash, 2. To yeet that turtle-killing machine into the
trash.
I could feel my heart pumping; wondering what was going to happen. The trash can and myself came level and with natural instinct, I raised my muscular right arm and YEETED that motherfucker into the
trash. The can bounced like a ball in a game of pin ball and crumbled in on itself.
I am the master. The master of Yeeting.