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Some dumbosaurus in Florida is building this hideous thing in his residential back yard:
It seems like any time you try to make a nice community where you can go home and escape the rat-race of double-digit I.Q. morons, one of these douchebag "artists" shows up to shit in the porridge pot. "Underground artist" my dying ass; such people are just walking bags of insecurity whose mommies didn't pay them enough attention, (or possibly paid them waaay too much attention, but I just ate lunch so let's not go there right now).
The neighbors should skip the petition, (on the grounds that it won't work), and go straight to lawyering up. He may or may not be breaking any laws, but if they pool their resources they can tie him up in court for years and make his life miserable until he agrees to stop being a walking penis. Personally, I'd just wait until he was away from the house and then my chainsaw would get a quick workout.
Juvenile, attention-grabbing behavior from assholes like this guy are the reason we have to put up with the ridiculous antics of HOAs in suburban neighborhoods. The bored housewives who cat around counting trees, measuring flower beds, and writing passive-aggressive letters are annoying, but they're preferable to dealing with "artists" like this guy. Because while my slightly overgrown shrubbery may cause Helga's nose to twitch in disdain, this "sculpture" would have her beating down potty boy's door with a battering ram. Which, come to think of it, would be a brawl worth paying to see.
"Literally, it's a potty chair. A chair with a hole in the seat," he explained, pointing to a massive structure in his backyard. It's a 24-foot tall backyard throne, a replica of a smaller-scale potty chair he designed more than 20 years ago. The underground artist decided it was time to go public with his masterpiece, even if it means sticking out like a sore thumb in his Winter Haven neighborhood.
"You can be very, very serious about art that's funny, and there is clearly a comical aspect to this, and that's part of what makes it so weird, or silly," he said.
It seems like any time you try to make a nice community where you can go home and escape the rat-race of double-digit I.Q. morons, one of these douchebag "artists" shows up to shit in the porridge pot. "Underground artist" my dying ass; such people are just walking bags of insecurity whose mommies didn't pay them enough attention, (or possibly paid them waaay too much attention, but I just ate lunch so let's not go there right now).
The neighbors should skip the petition, (on the grounds that it won't work), and go straight to lawyering up. He may or may not be breaking any laws, but if they pool their resources they can tie him up in court for years and make his life miserable until he agrees to stop being a walking penis. Personally, I'd just wait until he was away from the house and then my chainsaw would get a quick workout.
Juvenile, attention-grabbing behavior from assholes like this guy are the reason we have to put up with the ridiculous antics of HOAs in suburban neighborhoods. The bored housewives who cat around counting trees, measuring flower beds, and writing passive-aggressive letters are annoying, but they're preferable to dealing with "artists" like this guy. Because while my slightly overgrown shrubbery may cause Helga's nose to twitch in disdain, this "sculpture" would have her beating down potty boy's door with a battering ram. Which, come to think of it, would be a brawl worth paying to see.
posted by Jar(egg)head at 13:42
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