Here we have his peesa-crap pick'em up truck parked out in front of my house. It's been there for around six weeks. It doesn't look too bad from a distance.
When one approaches the vehicle, one notices the trashbags full o' crap that are in the cab:
The sticks, dirt, and bird crap that adorn the exterior are quite becoming, don't you think?
In the truck bed there's a surfboard, doggie carrier, old oil container, sticks, and of course a Top Ramen wrapper.
Beavis' other entropy project is his Crappy Caddy. I think it might actually run, whereas the peesa-crap truck's battery is still dead. Take special note of the tie-down that's keeping the trunk closed:
If there's anyone out there that thinks that rednecks don't live in Los Angeles, they need to meet Beavis. The only difference between him and a Deliverance character is that I think Beavis has more than one tooth.
3 comments:
That's hilarious!
Of course, with a name like Beavis, how could you NOT be a redneck?!!?!!
Whoa, this makes me feel pretty crummy, 'cause my pickup looks pretty bad, too. I'd never park in front of anyone else's house, but still. I feel like I have Beavis stink on me. Yuck. I need to rethink my transportation.
Ewwwww, having Beavis stink is some bad news, momma! Go, cleanse thyself of thy redneck stench!
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