The truth is, my lawn is doing incredibly well.
Ever since I realized this was not the lawnmower:
Turns out I was trying to mow my lawn with a giant block of concrete attached to some metal pipes. Today, I decided this is a terrible way to mow the lawn. I also grew curious about what magical tool my parents had left me.
I called and asked my Dad what the concrete thing with metal pipes is.
"That's a lawn mower, son."
"Could I talk to Mom?"
"Mom, what is the concrete thing in my garage?."
"It is a wheel. Your great grandfather invented it."
"Wow. Like a piece of history."
"That's right. Just don't try to mow your lawn with it. Your Dad did once, and killed all the grass. The neighbors were ruthless."
20 comments:
Fred Flintstone wants his mower back.
just get a goat.
and p.s. i got a new job on lee rd.
I agree with alecia, let a goat haul that thing around. you're far too important a man to waste time on menial labour.
i meant let the goat eat the grass, haha.
abc's,
I wish I could believe you about the new job,but I went by Carrrrribou when you said there would be free coffee. There was no such thing. I had to drink what I hope was water from a puddle.
j.
taihae,
Unfortunately my goat allergy is stronger than my allergy to work.
j.
M,
Nicely played. But I know. He called me on my prehistoric bird.
j.
yes, alecia. I know. I r making jokes, you might say.
tai,
'are' the verb is different then r the number.
Your sentence shoul have read, I are making jokes...
Even blogs deserve r best grammar and wordification.
j.
I r ashamed. canu evr furgive mi kthx bye? LOLzz
This has nothing to do with your grandfather's invention that my black grandfather actually invented first even though your grandfather has been taking all the credit for all these years.
But, in the Jolie post how come no one noticed President Palmer casually hanging with his hand in his pocket behind Jolie?
It's a Sign! No, no, no, I got it all wrong, it's actually a message to ME!
Where the eff did I put that decoder ring...
-S
I have reason to believe that at least two of your commentators are in continual states of intoxication.
I know how you figured out how to mow your lawn... you had me do it.
i talked to maggie tonight and she totally mowed that lawn of yours, or so she said. i'm drunk woohooooooooooooooooooooo.
aaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Where on lee?
j.
maggie,
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH
j
frank,
I know that is my best bet for getting people to like me.
Let me know if you want a bottle of something.
j.
Shannon,
I hear you are going to guest blog again.
j.
oops... oh, i mean you did it all by yourself
p.s. you should have me do it again... i have plenty of time now that i am unemployed!
stone oven joint
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