He did it again. Moved the trash barrels under the eaves of our garage. I'm not sure why Village Idiot has this obsession with our trash cans but he does. I moved them back and when Village Idiot came home with his wife, who has the stigma of marrying the village idiot, she cursed the dufus for a good ten minutes after he told her he moved the barrels and someone moved them back.
Village Idiot thinks he can do whatever he wants. Never mind that when they pick up the trash and the barrel's lid hits the top of our garage it causes damage and Village Idiot knows this, and has been warned about it. His wife has enough brains though to know how to spell, law suit. Village Idiot does not and gets yelled at by his wife.
I say, beat the bastard senseless, well senseless wouldn't work with a village idiot but apparently for a village idiot some form of bad-hurts, good-candy is in order. I'll offer a list for his wife of things to do to Village Idiot when he wakes after falling asleep, say after he eats porridge and then falls asleep in the bowl. Smack him on the head for sleeping. Smack him on the head for falling asleep in his food. Smack him on the head for being an idiot and finally smack him because he is so fucking irritating. If he sleeps while in bed, throw him on the floor, then throw water on him and then throw his shoes at him. If he wakes from a nap, first kick him, after that kick him again for groaning and finally kick him until he is standing--awake or not.
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