Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by The Hammer, Apr 2, 2013.
You didn't do it bad enough then. I made them so crooked eventually my old man would say "**** it, I will do it myself" then I went in and watched football.
I didn't figure that out until later.
I'd F up everything so dad eventually just stopped asking.
The grass was jacked all summer before he told me to just go inside.
HAHAHA, I did that one too. My old man used to make me bag the damn grass clippings and haul them to the back of the yard. The yard was big and the grass thick so I would have to empty it 3 or 4 times each time I mowed the lawn. Left a big trail of grass clippings all the way to compost pile ever time. Eventually he stopped asking
We had a riding mower that I considered a go kart. So I was always on the ball when it was grass cutting time. That thing went like 15 mph.
One time my dad had cut down a small tree in the yard, like a 4 inch diameter stump that stuck up just far enough where you could barely see it above the grass that I had neglected to cut for two weeks.
I rode over it with my dad's brand new Cub Cadet and destroyed the blades and drive system.
I didn't get to mow the grass for a solid year.
same thing here, except vs a concrete sidewalk.
Halloween > Christmas..
Get some pumpkins round this place..
despite all my rage
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