One hot Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair in the shade, drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."
I took a drink from my glass of PBR, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Bans and stared directly at this nosey femaledog and then calmly replied...
"I am, and that's why she cuts the grass."
-------------------- somewhere between "Hi, how can we help you?" and "Get off my lawn!"
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