BD Uses Fireplace, Hurricane Goes Camping

This past weekend I was up in central Cali at my parents house. One of the things I did up there was steal some of their wood. They have several cords of oak piled up at their place and I filled up as much as I could stuff in my truck. I use it for both bonfires on the deck with neighbors and our place has a working old school wood burning fireplace also.

The last three nights I started a fire in the inside fireplace. The first night he brought out his comforter and spread it out like a freaking picnic and camped out right under the fireplace. I usually go sit over near it and watch TV from there because it's was warmer. I was tempted to put Cheers on the TV (which is his kryptonite, sends him into his room immediately) so I could be alone but the Lakers game was on.

He grabbed a pillow there and started snoring instantly in the middle of my Lakers game. What. The. Fuck. Whatever, nothing surprises me anymore with this creature, so I didn't think much of it (or take a picture in the morning).

Two nights ago I again had a fire, he was gone and I went to bed before he even got home. He came home at 230am and I heard beer bottles clanking and being opened. I had about 10 bud lights in the fridge, but didn't worry about them because he bought a 12pack of Blue Moon and drinks those when I'm around. I woke up in the morning to take a shower and I hear snoring again from the TV room. I hit the light and see the Hurricane again camped out in front of the fireplace with empty Bud Light bottles around him. What. The. Fuck. Drink your own god damn beers! You have some in the fucking fridge! Not only am I not willing to drink his beers, I hate that wheat beer shit!

I took this picture the next morning.

Last night another (disappointing) Lakers game I watched with a fire going. I woke up this morning AGAIN to him in front of the fire like a little kid on a cub scout camping mission. And more of my beers empty on the coffee table. You still have your beer in the fridge your fucking idiot! Drink YOURS!

Three for three. Three fires, three camping sessions. He is like a damn moth chasing a light, go away you freaking pest and lock yourself in your room. This really sucks because one of my favorite things living in this house is the fireplace. If I have to not use it just to get this creature into his cave of filth every night I'm gonna be pissed. Experiments start tonight, we will see if this animal is trainable. =\

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