I think 40 Miles of Bad Road moved out of the Beavisphere.
It's just been too quiet.
Then this afternoon I hear, "MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FUCKING TWEAKER!" bellowed from Beavis' general direction, with nonintelligible female whining following. I look out the window and see him stomping back and forth between the house and a Land Rover parked in front of the portable storage space--I mean, the worktruck. A woman was driving the SUV, whom I assume to be 40MBR. She has nice wheels for a tweaker.
Beavis climbed into the passenger side of the SUV after roaring to Ma Barker that he'll BE RIGHT BACK, DAMMIT. So far, back to quiet.
Last week the Dear Husband had an unsettling experience with Beavis and Ellie Mae. Well, unsettling for us, at any rate.
There was a large superball lying in our driveway. DH saw it and picked it up. Ellie Mae was watching from the Beavisphere driveway, looking to be alone. DH walked over and placed the ball on the lawn median between the sidewalk and street in front of the Beavisphere. Ellie Mae just sat and stared. As DH walked back across the street to our house, he hears Beavis' disembodied voice say, "What do you saaaaaayyyyyyyyy?" Ellie Mae jerked around in the direction of the garage, stared for a beat, jerked back to DH, and murmured "Thank you".
DH hustled back home and shuddered to himself.
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"Idiocracy" in action, courtesy of "Beavis", the jackass thirty-something neighbor across the street who lives with his parents, has no real job, occasionally gets arrested, and keeps breeding. This is Redneck Theater at its most hilarious and scary.
3 comments:
Nice to see the update again. What? No pics to go with the story? Maybe you could start making this into a cartoon strip.
My camera's dying. It sucks.
In other news, Beavis is back to doing deals of some sort or another out in the street late at night. Gosh, do I feel safe!
Just stand out there with a sketchbook. Haha.
Yikes. More deals. It sounds so damn familiar to our street when we first moved here years ago. My wife got ahold of a lady DEA agent finally, (after many tries to the LAPD) and they did a smallish surprise raid one day. Things have been pretty damn quiet ever since that day, especially when the agents said they could take the parents house if things got out of hand. We've had our own Beavis. It sucks.
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