butchd
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It soon will be mowing time in the "Bible Belt". As a kid or as a young man I hated it. Now it's the high point of my life. Oh, getting nekkid with all my sagging glory as three nurses (always the youngest and prettiest on staff) rub me down with Betadine and strategicly place sterile drapes so the bald Urologist can run the scope up my "Johnson" rates way up there too.. Personally, I think I've come up with some of my best one-liners at such festive times. It offers the girls a chance to release some of their pent up laughter so I have 'em rolling in the aisles.
Mowing has some practical worth. It lets you know if you really are a year older since the last time you started the Craftsman. The smartest cardiologist I ever went to started his interview with me by asking if I still mowed with a walking mower. I finally gave in to self-propelled but I always feel a little better about myself when I've completed another circuit around the place one more time. Wish I could still cool off out there under the Cedar tree with a few beers. Dang, I miss it then. But I digress.
What's your choice, 12 inch mill (expletive deleted) file or electric device?
Any secrets to share?
Mowing has some practical worth. It lets you know if you really are a year older since the last time you started the Craftsman. The smartest cardiologist I ever went to started his interview with me by asking if I still mowed with a walking mower. I finally gave in to self-propelled but I always feel a little better about myself when I've completed another circuit around the place one more time. Wish I could still cool off out there under the Cedar tree with a few beers. Dang, I miss it then. But I digress.
What's your choice, 12 inch mill (expletive deleted) file or electric device?
Any secrets to share?