With Kevin hogging all the screen time, all the questions I want to know about Buzz are left unanswered. Like what kind of relationship does he have with his girlfriend? The one that Kevin, that little prepubescent asshole, mockingly woofed at when he found her picture in his trunk. Did he ever find out if indeed French chicks don't shave their pits? Did he plan to hilariously embarrass his brother at the Christmas pageant or was that improvised? How was he able to keep his hair so spiked up in that crazy Florida humidity? I don't know because I'm watching Kevin learn how to buy a fucking toothbrush instead. Ugh.
And let's face it, Buzz nailed it on the head (literally) about the neighbor who supposedly kills and turns his victims into salt for his driveway. Did you notice the homicidal rage in that dude's face when he drove that snow shovel into the brains of Marv and Harry? Those are the unblinking, murderous eyes of a man who has killed before. That's a man who knows what blood looks like splattered across a freshly fallen snow in the full moonlight. A man who has used that shovel as a harborer of dozens of innocent souls. As long as there are icy pavements in the world to salt, his killing rampage will never end. Buzz and I can guarantee you that.
"It’s pretty cool you didn’t burn the place down.”
You know what I say Buzz? It's pretty cool you're such a man of compassion and patience. It's pretty cool you put up with this little eyebrow raising dickbag day in and day out. It's pretty cool that you realize the good things you have in life while this ungrateful jag bag takes it all for granted. For that and the countless amount of other great things you do, Roadsodie raises a glass to you. Salud Buzz McCallister.