Just imagine this - the council comes along and lays a beautiful new layer of tar over what used to be a rough old bit of road that is your street. Just look at that bitumen - smoothe, flawless, beautiful bit of roadworks.
And then the gumby in number 47 forgets to move their car on the day the big machines come to do the work.
FAIL. EPIC FUCKING FAIL, you daft twat. Now, when your neighbours drive past, the sound and feeling of their wheels going "ka-dunk, ka-dunk" over the edges of that otherwise beautiful tarmac will remind them of what a flogging toad you are.