You moved around a lot when you were younger, especially back in college. Every time you thought you found the perfect space, something bad happened, like the place would be condemned by the authorities or one of your roommates would go stark raving mad. Each time you moved, there was never enough room at the new place for all your furniture. So you ended up leaving a couch, a tv, a bookshelf, or a whole bunch of other stuff at your sister’s house. Now she’s got a new car that’s too nice to park in the street and she needs to start using her garage that’s filled with all your old stuff. Storbox saves the day.
I have some friends I’d like you to meet. People might think I’m a little strange for hanging out with them, and for taking some of them on my road trips, but they’re actually some of the friendliest characters you’ll ever meet. They smile, laugh, make the most outrageous facial expressions, and crack the funniest jokes that’ll have you rolling on the floor.
When I’m hanging out with one of them, we practice how to have better conversations and work on the perfect delivery of their jokes for whomever wants to hear them, but it’s when they’re all hanging out together that they start getting ideas to cause mischief. Let’s get to know my ever-growing ventriloquist dummy collection and how Storbox gives me a second home for all of my friends.Read the rest »
Being a magician isn’t easy. The hardest part is looking suave and serene at all times. Don’t tell anybody I said this, but magic is all just an illusion. I mean, you don’t think I would actually saw a woman in half, do you? But the second hardest part of being a magician is finding a safe place for all your stuff. The last thing I need is for one of those pesky debunkers to get hold of my tricks and tell everybody how it really works. Fortunately, my friend The Great Oswaldo let me in on a little secret. Storbox is a great place to keep something safe and sound.Read the rest »
The thing about being a caveman is you’re always on the move. But I like spending the Cold Time when the days are short in a nice, safe cave. When the snow melts and it’s time to start following the animals again, I always have to leave some cool stuff behind. I can only take a few supplies along because we walk and walk all day. I usually just take one hide, one axe, three spears, and my lucky sabre-tooth tiger fang necklace along. I was going to leave behind three axes, four hides, and some really cool rocks when my buddy Oscar suggested I keep them at Storbox. It was the perfect solution.Read the rest »
I’m kind of a big deal, home and abroad, for the inventions I make reality and the truckloads of money in my bank account that I mostly give to charity. Everyone knows my name. It is, after all, displayed up on the tallest building in my hometown. You see, that’s my house (my soon-to-be former house, actually) where all my best ideas for making this world a better and safer place are born.
While my name stands out on that big beautiful building, especially in the evening skyline, pretty soon the signage is going to have to come down. I won’t be living there anymore because my girlfriend, a famous singer who’s only known because she went out with me, is breaking up with yours truly. She hinted that I was too consumed in saving the world, accused me of doing it just for the money and attention, and said she would leave me if I continued down this path. It got a little heated between us because I told her I wasn’t going to stop doing my thing.Read the rest »
You were always that guy, totally obsessed with your record collection. You wouldn’t let anyone near your records unless they had washed their hands six times, and if you ever saw anyone touch the surface of a precious LP, you needed smelling salts to recover. Every single one of your 3000 records is stored in alphabetical order by artist and title. Each one still has its original paper sleeve on the inside as well as an additional plastic sleeve on the outside. But music suddenly went digital. First people started putting thousands of songs on a device they could carry around in their pocket, and then they started streaming music, which means it all wound up on a cloud somewhere. But you love the warm sound of vintage records, and nobody is ever going to take that away from you. Fortunately, you found a place that’s safe enough for all our records. It’s called Storbox.
You always loved school. You were the teacher’s pet in every class, and you always hung around after school to help clean up and clap erasers. You loved reading and talking about ideas so much that you just kept on going to school for as long as you could. First you got you bachelor’s degree, then your master’s degree, and now you are finishing up you PhD. You have a mountain of student debt and a teaching position all lined up for the fall. There’s just one problem: What are you going to do with all those textbooks? You love your books almost as much as you love school, but you don’t have a lot of space right now. Sounds like a job for Storbox.
Did you know that Nicolas Cage has been in over 120 movies? I own 107 of them on DVD, and I’m still working on getting them all. I mean, it’s Nic Cage, right? He’s the epitome of what every man should be — brave, strong, sensitive, and handsome. Of course, Daniel Craig is pretty dreamy, too. And don’t even get me started on Denzel Washington. That voice could make anyone melt. As you might have imagined, I’ve amassed quite a collection of movies with hunky guys in them. But for some reason, my boyfriend doesn’t appreciate it very much. And I was running out of places to keep them all. One morning, my boyfriend was reaching for some Pop-Tarts in the cupboard when a boxed set of Elvis Presley movies fell out and hit him on the forehead. That’s when I decided to call Storbox.
Ok, I’ll admit it. I was that girl. Back in the nineties, I was completely goofy for boy bands: The Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, Dream Street, Bel Biv DeVoe, New Kids on the Block, Boyz II Men, I was crazy about all of them. Please don’t tell anybody, but I even had a Color Me Badd poster on my bedroom wall. Well, my mom just called, and she sold the house and she’s moving to a condo in Florida. I have exactly 28 days to claim my stuff or it’s going in the garbage. I know it sounds crazy, but my boy band posters and memorabilia are like a piece of my soul. That’s why I went to Storbox and found the perfect space for all my treasured memories.
Whenever I see a piece of furniture in front of somebody’s house with a sign that says “FREE” on it, I just have to take it. Even if I have no use for another desk or a dresser, it seems like such a waste to leave it there. There’s a college near my house, and every spring when the kids go back home, they leave so much valuable stuff behind, I just can’t help myself. I have more of those miniature refrigerators than I know what to do with. I thought it might be time to stop being a dumpster diver, but then I came up with a plan to put my constant collecting to good use. But I’m going to need more space. That’s why I called Storbox.