Nov 20, 2007 15:00
One Saturday afternoon I was sitting in my lawn chair drinking a beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady 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 Bud Light, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Ban sunglasses and stared directly into the eyes of the nosey neighbor and calmly replied, “I am. That’s why she cuts the grass.”