Thursday, August 17, 2006

Just When I Thought I Could Park... front of my own house again. I came home last night from practice to find Beavis' worktruck parked not only in front of the house, but parked so that no one could park in front or behind that hideous piece of crap:

You can see the other peesachit truck that was previously parked in front of the house is now across the street in front of Beavis' mommy and daddy's house.

Selfish prick:

Here's the rest of the flock of cars that Beavis has. The Volvo belongs to some chick whom I fear is dating Beavis. I used to think she was one of his suspected customers, but she's there too often now to be just that. Idiot.

For a couple of weeks he or his miscreant buddies would park so that the space could fit two cars. That wasn't to last very long, I guess.

I wonder if he himself realizes that being in one's thirties and having to live with one's parents officially makes him a loser. His glory days were over ten years ago in high school. Yikes.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Too Good to Last...

I knew it couldn't last long...

The temptation for Beavis to leave an open space in front of our house was too great to resist. He parked his hideous worktruck in front of the house yesterday:

We're going to be gone for the weekend, and I expect to see that fuxxing monstrosity still sitting there on Sunday when we get back. Oh joy, oh rapture.

He's still having "visitors" at all hours, too. Makes me feel real safe, y'know?