Saturday, May 21, 2011
The sun shines!
and mowing shall commence forthwith!
Considering the height of the vegetation in the 'back yard' (BWAHAHAH... he said Yard!) and the strange rustlings and blood curdling screams I have heard from out there lately, I think a slung shotgun shall be in order today. Between that and the .45, I should be okay. I hope.
Please note the label on the box my brandy new mower came in. 'Not for sale in Califreakia'. I take that as a sign of serious quality in a machine. Anything those hippy twits manage to ban must actually work, and work well.
Time to venture forth, and tame the misbegotten jungle which is our... yard.