with friends like these...
I am no stranger to party carnage in my house. These days, I consider myself lucky if the only thing that happens is a bit of vomit on the carpet. Since we moved in, we've had a fixture ripped out of the wall, tire tracks in one of the flower beds, and gods only know how many cigarette butts all over the lawn (which the dogs eat, and then puke up).
We have just hit a new low. I found 3 cigarette butts in one of the flower beds. In a pile of dried, nicely flammable leaves. About 10 feet away from the ashtray by the front door. I am at least semi-resigned to the fact that some people cannot hold their shit together when they drink, but cigarette butts discarded into what are essentially piles of kindling is just too fucking much.
We have just hit a new low. I found 3 cigarette butts in one of the flower beds. In a pile of dried, nicely flammable leaves. About 10 feet away from the ashtray by the front door. I am at least semi-resigned to the fact that some people cannot hold their shit together when they drink, but cigarette butts discarded into what are essentially piles of kindling is just too fucking much.