I Hate my Neighbor, Part II: The Wasteroo

So today my buttween neighbor has been watering his postage-stamp back lawn and the frigging concrete for what seems like for-fucking-ever. His wife was waterwaterwaterwaterwatering earlier in the day. What could they possibly need that much water for? It did rain last week and it's FALL, the time when plants go to sleep. Dousing them with buckets of water is not going to revive them.

I also found, when I took out the heavy, smelly, fly-y trash today (I am much more comfortable now with writhing maggots than I could have ever hoped for; thanks neighbs!), that assmunch neighbor threw away an insecticidial soap container and a couple of hubcaps.

Bleargh!