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I'm not sure why, but every landscaper and lawn service owner in town works out at our gym. And they always seem to drive their service trucks, emblazoned with contact information, to the gym each morning when they come in. They generally don't get too far beyond "Fred's Lawn Service" on the creativity scale (where "Fred" is a variable that can be any male name).
Today I saw one that made me decide instantly that we should hire them. A sparkle-painted F350 sat by the door, and on the side in pearlescent white vinyl read:
The Marquis de Sod
We'll whip your lawn into shape!
I about wet myself.
Fan. Fucking. Tastic.
Today I saw one that made me decide instantly that we should hire them. A sparkle-painted F350 sat by the door, and on the side in pearlescent white vinyl read:
The Marquis de Sod
We'll whip your lawn into shape!
I about wet myself.
Fan. Fucking. Tastic.