“My cheap excess crap fills the garage while my cars sit and bake in the sun.”
Our garage is filled with valuable paperwork and tools that I keep and precious memories and heirlooms that my wife keeps.
(Actually it’s all crap, but it just depends on your point of view!)
My garage spawns its own crap. I swear I've cleaned it out three times over the last year, but every time I go out there, there's more stuff there, and I still can't walk from one side to the other without serious risk of breaking an ankle.