DOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

I come out this morning to find this:















That PUTZ BACKED INTO MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
















AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD....

He switched license plates!
















UNFREAKIN' BELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















We filed yet another goddam report to LA Dept. of Transportation. Like it'll do any good.

If anyone has any ideas on how to get this fucktard's car outta here, I'd LOVE to hear it.

Code

Tonight Beavis is working on the worktruck in front of our house.

In the rain.

Freakin' DOOOOOOOOOSH.

Here's what LA Municipal Code says about abandoned vehicles:

Los Angeles Municipal Code 80.73.2 requires that a vehicle parked on a public street be driven at least one mile every seventy-two hours. Additionally, California Vehicle Code 22669 allows traffic officers to tow any vehicle which is inoperable and parked on City streets, constituting a public hazard. Traffic officers cannot simply tow a vehicle because a complaint has been made. The traffic officer must first observe the vehicle over a 72 hour period to determine that the vehicle has not been driven. Additionally, as a courtesy, the traffic officer will generally leave a green warning card on the vehicle, notifying the owner that the vehicle must be moved. If the vehicle has not been moved at least one mile after seventy-two hours, the vehicle can be impounded.

You know what's really handy? An online form to report abandoned vehicles!

LA DOT is useless so far

Back to our regularly scheduled entropy...

Still no action from the city regarding Beavis' gawdawful truck. Not much has changed...he still argues with the babymomma, has visitors at weird hours of the night, and is basically his usual whitetrash self.

Last week I noticed a partially-smashed can of WD-40 on top of one of the tires of the truck:
















Close-up numero uno:

















Close-up numero two-o:
















I don't know what, if anything, its presence signifies. I thought I'd document it for chuckles, though. It goes well with the baby stroller that's rotting in the truckbed, I guess. Also notice the smudged remnants of the white marks the parking enforcement people left in December when Beavis got ticketed. I don't know if they've made further marks that he just cleans off, or whether we're stuck with this sh!tpile for another eight months.


Here's a front view of the truck. I took this because the "winking" headlight is kinda cute:















Be lucky you don't have this crapacious crap in front of your house!

Happy New Year!

There's still that ugly worktruck in front of the house!

Beavis has a new "tactic". Whenever he's peeved with life, he goes to start up the worktruck. He'll let it run for about five minutes, and then puts it back to sleep again. I'm guessing the hoped-for reaction would be for us to come running out of the house in expectation that Benevolent Beavis will move the damn thing.

However, he forgot something vital in this brilliant plan of his.

We have brains, and we know that he's not moving the damn truck of his own volition.

The stalemate continues...