One Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The lady from next door was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me.
"You should be hung."
I took a drink from my bottle of Bud, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Wal-Mart Sunglasses and stared directly at this nosy b#tch and then calmly replied, "I am, that's why she cuts the grass."
"You should be hung."
I took a drink from my bottle of Bud, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Wal-Mart Sunglasses and stared directly at this nosy b#tch and then calmly replied, "I am, that's why she cuts the grass."