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
at this that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."
I took a drink from my can of Coors Light,
wiped the cold foam
from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Bans and stared directly
at this nosey bitch and then calmly replied..."I am, and that's why
she cuts the grass."
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