So, I go to take my bike to a nearby pizza place for lunch, since my parents can't be bothered to keep anything but beer and soup in the house1, I discover they've thrown out even more of my water bottles, and when I go outside to look for my bike(they moved it without telling me), I give to my stepdad's asshole friends2 a greeting fitting their intelligence(and yes, it was a greeting), to which my stepdad's brother(think Robert from Everyone Loves Raymond, only 10x as retarded), whom has threatened to fight me more than once for reasons only his beer-soaked mind can come up with, promptly says "Fuck you!" to me. My stepdad then yells at me for not giving his asshole friends a proper greeting.
After taking a few minutes to find my bike(they, obviously, were of no help), I discover that the front tire has dog crap on it. Seeing as there's no piles of dog crap around where I found it, and there shouldn't, seeing as my stepdad supposedly goes around the yard regularly to clean it up(and only due to previous complaints from the town about it), especially around the driveway and garage, I have to assume that when he moved it, he sought out a pile of dog crap and intentionally rolled the wheel through it.
1: With all the money he spends on beer and soup, you'd think it was his life's intent to live like a redneck slob. In fact, I think I remember hearing him saying it was at some point.
2: My stepdad is a much bigger asshole when he has friends over as well. He is certainly more abusive towards the dogs, more prone to kicking them for simply being excited, when someone is over.