The ongoing but passive aggressive battle with methtards/can wraiths has reached a pivotal time: last night, we set out two weeks’ worth of bottles, all meticulously defaced so as to render them unreturnable. We then listened for the telltale sounds of pilfering in the dark and were gratified to be able to witness a local can wraith in the very! act! of stealing bottles from our recycling bin.
One can only imagine the existential crisis he endured upon attempting to return them at Spaceway. Oh right…methheads are not capable of existential crises.
Anyhow, the great mystery now is whether or not he will succeed in associating the Great Bottle Fail with those people in St. Johns with the cool fence and break out our windows.
You should have taken a picture…without one, I can only assume that the methtard looked like Joe Wilson.
Yeah, like a methed-out Joe Wilson. Scumbagus genericus.