A few years back the bride bought me an awesome riding lawn mower for my BD.
This puppy (I call it "Rojito" for little red) has ample power, minimal vibration, and mows like a charm.
Rojito ain't got but one "flaw": It chunks rocks like a cannon on steroids....and the ranch grows rocks by the gozillions?
The ranch hand first learnt his "lesson" by driving the mowing machine past his new pickup and driving a damn rock near bout thru the passenger door (dammit!).
Learned a new lesson today.
Built the new ranch house with energy efficiency in mind. Yeah, big time insulation, etc., but also high dollar windows. Used them double paned, gas filled, RV blocking, space wars techno crapola things (think $BUCKS$).
Bout 2P your humble scribe wuz motoring across the back yard with the riding mower blades whirrin' like a cicada on margaritas when MR. ROCK caught hold the blades and launched like a moon fricken rocket?????
Bottom line: got a hole in a sun room window that I could throw a football thru and enough glass on the floor to fill a five gallon bucket??? (DON'T TELL THE BRIDE OR MY BUTT IS GRASS?)
DAMMIT!! ya'll reckon a dumbutt will ever learn to point the business end of that sumbitch away from stuff that don't need bustin'?????????????
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