And here is the perfect moving company to use when you want him out in a hurry. Hey, it's better than throwing his Playstation and gym shorts on the lawn...
The last picture is one I took a couple of years ago in Nova Scotia and have yet to find a place to post it. Why not here?
I can't decide what I like best about that last one: The childishly rude commentary or the fact that they had something professionally (apparently) lettered on their car and no one bothered to check the spelling or the grammar.
