There are piles of boxes stacked up in there.
The mother load! Not even opened. I guess someone never got up the courage to try it.
Aaaand this one...
Anyway, if you think you can't live without any of this wonderful junk, stop by the end of my driveway. It will be waiting for you! Except for the booze of course.
p.s. If you're up for another laugh, visit my daughter's blog Broken Poet and see how she tries to make me over. Try being the operative word.