I see this guy’s true colors shining through a home insurance policy now that the bushes are gone. I see his true colors and that’s why I don’t like him. Sing it!
Watching a grown man discover deep feelings for bushes he never once watered, right after his insurance company tells him his dirt bikes aren’t covered anymore, is impressive. It’s also a beautiful, deeply stupid transformation, and his sorrow arriving fashionably late and suspiciously well timed, landing right on someone else’s doorstep with an invoice attached, is a fine hint that he doesn’t really want a fence. He wants a scapegoat with a mailing address.



