Tuesday, December 12, 2006


A few weeks ago, the husband put the garbage cans out in the evening for the next morning's pickup from the city. I was at derby practice at the time. When I got home, I found this:

Beavis parked his peesacrap truck in front of our garbage cans. I came in, grabbed the camera, and went back outside to record this momentous event in @$$holery.

Of course, when I picked up the camera, I accidentially pushed a button to put the camera into .mov mode. D'oh! So while I was fiddling around with the camera trying to get pix, Beavis himself strolled over:

You can see him right by the porch light of his mommy and daddy's house. He faux-casually asked, "What are you doing?" to which I faux-casually replied, "What the *($()(#^t@ do you care?"

That ended the conversation right there. He moved the damn truck.

Ever since then, he's been better about leaving room for my car if he parks in front of our house now that he knows that I'm photographing him.

What a douche.