Every so often, I need something completely asinine in order to unwind. As it’s currently a three-day weekend here, I felt the need to go big. So here we are on this fine Saturday with an off-the-wall look at neighborly rivalry. I give you F.C. Rabbath’s No Offense.
I love how it starts off the way that most of us interact with that one dick neighbor that we all have (and let’s face it, we all have had at least one in our lives): the little insults, the surprise, the attempt at saving face. I can’t stand it when someone lobs an obvious insult and then tries to play it off like a harmless comment. We all know you’re being a douche, asshole. From there, the ante gets upped and it gets completely ridiculous and over-the-top about two minutes in. Given, I could have lived without the race comments, but by the time we get to Dale taking a shit on Peter’s lawn, all is forgiven. I mean, coming back full circle to make a joke at someone’s crappy lawn (get it, crap?) after every insane distraction… it’s rather clever.
So remember: mow your lawn, and happy Saturday.