Culture|Garage

I thought my neighbor sucked, you know for calling the police anytime I had people over to the house. Or if I have a small bonfire in my backyard that goes until the wee hours of 10pm. Yet, he has a tacky ass motorhome/rv/date-rape van in his front lawn (go to the jump for pictures). I digress. But I guess I really don’t have it THIS bad! These Christmas lights are like watching Fantasia on acid. I can’t imagine the amount of seizures induced due to this. But I guess when you live in Ottawa and the only thing you really have to look forward to is Boxing Day, then this is damn near a feat of imaginable proportions. Hell, I didn’t even know they had electricity there yet. If you feel the need to torture yourself, visit their site.

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