Cutting The Grass
On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair; drinking a 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 Coors, wiped the cold foam from my lips, I lifted my darkened Ray Bans and stared directly at this nosy bitch and calmly replied... .
"I am, and that's why she cuts the grass."