Mowing and Beer
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 Rolling Rock, 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."
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