Gawd - I hate drinkers!.
I live in a urban area, and all year long I see the SUVs of drinkers parked crookedly with the ass-end in the roadway and taking up 3 spaces along the street where I live, as they wander off to crawl the bars over on Broadway.
It is very common for me to later see piles of trash - beer cans, 6-pack packaging, fast-food wrappers, emptied ash-trays, clothing and sometimes piles of vomit - left behind where their vehicles had been.
These guys are drunken pigs.
They smash their empty bottles on the pavement leaving shards of glass everwhere. They weave their way shouting as they try to find their cars at closing time, rev their engines and, when we're unlucky, run their oversized vehicles into our cars as they attempt to drive out of the neighborhood.
One morning we found a guy passed out in the flower bed right in front of our house, where my children are picked up to go to school.
You drunken pigs should take notice! I and my neighbors see what you do and we do not like it. I and several of my neighbors are getting the City to limit your ability to park on our streets, and will start ticketing your ill-parked SUVs while you drink the night away. From long and disgusting experience, we have learned to photograph your license plates as soon as we hear you attempt to do a bash-and-run on our parked cars. You think about that when you decide to drive your giant-ass SUV into the city and leave it parked in front of my house while you go on a pub crawl.
You drinking pigs need to get a frickin' clue!