It goes in a dumpster. Which is not actually called a dumpster. It's called a ROLL-OFF. I know this now after calling and calling to try and rent one and repeatedly asking for the wrong thing.

This is the beast that lived in our driveway for 60 days while Gary patiently filled it with dirt, tree stumps, old concrete, and who knows what else. Clive had fun ripping out an ancient and rusty air conditioner from our Florida room and heaved that over the side. This thing provided hours of fun for us and 60 days of dirty looks from the neighborhood driving by. Of course this was after they all realized that we weren't doing major construction on the house and were just filling it with dirt.
Yep! In the land of meticulous lawns and retirement, we're the Clampetts. Yee Haw, Paw!
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