Ol' Shithead: Old Man XXV or something.. plus or minus one

Guh...... the house smells like so much burnty black oven right now.  Ol' Shithead likes to use the oven to cook... it's always chicken and potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil.. but he does this bullshit to it so the chicken drips all over the place and he doesn't clean it up.. So what happens?  Every time he uses the oven... the chicken drips... the old drippings turn black... and the house smells like a retarded monkey discovered fire and burnt its ass.  There's no fucking way he doesn't smell this shit.. why doesn't he clean the oven?  Is it because all the burnt butt drippings give the chicken a nice smokey flavor?  or is it because this guy is such a useless piece of shit that he can't figure out that you wrap the chicken in foil and put it in the oven with the opening face up.  I seriously don't know what the fuck he does to do this...  and for a guy that tries so fucking hard to be a hippie why the fuck does he keep using the oven to cook his food?  The oven uses a shit load of energy.. and for what?  One piece of chicken and a potato... every fucking day.  Or no... correction.  Two pieces of chicken and two potatoes everyday because he's cooking dinner for some dude that comes by with a couple bottles of beer everyday.

I'm genuinely trying to be nice to him... I really am.  I don't really use the oven.. I don't think too many Chinese people do... but he does.. and he doesn't clean the oven and now the house really smells.  Even with my door closed his crappy cooking manages to seep in. 

Here's another thing Ol' Shithead did today.  I'm wearing a shirt with this on it:

 

He said... "Ha. King Tuff.... is that John Lennon?"
I said.. "Uh... no.. it's a band."

But what the hell... I'm no Beatles expert, but I can say with a pretty high level of confidence that at no point... not ever.. that somebody gave John Lennon the nickname 'King Tuff'.  I mean... it's a forehead, a nose, hair, and x-ray glasses.. what part of that says John Lennon?  The long hair? The nose... mmmmmmaybe? To me.. it's like somebody showing up with a shirt with a baby's ass on it and it says, "Baby's ass" in old english or something... and I go, "Heh.... baby's ass...  is that Brad Pitt grilling asparagus?"  Maybe that's a bit of a stretch.. but come on. The shirt said, "King Tuff."

So there.  This guy is ruining the air I breathe and I can't wear t-shirts with anything on it or he'll have some stupid comment about it.  I think the only rational solution here is to draw a picture of a monster on my stomach, a swastika over my heart, and start walking around shirtless with a gas mask on.  Why the swastika?  I don't know I was thinking about American History X.. and the monster on the stomach is from Calvin and Hobbes.. you twist around so the monster will have a really scary face.