Take The Hint You Dirty Bastard

Several times a week the Hurricane would come home to something very similar to this picture. I would clean up and put all his shit in front of his door, which, I had to close because it would stink up the rest of the house. Never once did he ever mention, acknowledge or probably even notice what I had done. The times I saw him come home when there was a pile like this he would just open his door and push it all in with his feet. Amazing creature.