On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn
chair, drinking beer and
watching my wife mow the lawn.
The neighbour lady from across the street was so
outraged that she came over and shouted at me,

'You should be hung!'


I took a drink from my can of Miller-Lite, wiped the
cold foam from my
lips, lifted my darkened Ray Ban sunglasses and
stared directly into the
eyes of this nosy ass neighbor and then calmly
replied,

I’am, That's why she cuts the grass.'