On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair,
drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn.
The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged
that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung!"
I took a drink from my bottle of blue light, wiped the
cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Ban sunglasses and
stared directly into the eyes of this nosy ass neighbor and then
calmly replied, "I am. That's why she cuts the grass."
Beer and Mowing...
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