There's this big Hawaiin dude that lives down the street from me....we call him "Big Kahuna". I don't like to paste my life problems all over AR, but this god**** Kahuna bastard is really rubbing me the wrong way and I *have* to vent. Rather than pay for trash pickup, I've caught him TWICE in the last month putting some of his garbage (mostly poi and pineapples) into my barrels on the morning of 'trash day'. As if this was not bad enough, the big S.O.B. has some old van with three flat tires on his front lawn. The van doesn't run, has no license plates, and wasps and other stinging creatures have begun to nest in the rusty crevices found scattered amongst the body...one can NOT jog by in the afternoon without risking a good stinging. I've spoken several times to Big Kahuna, but he just doesn't get it!!! ARRRGH.
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