One Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawnchair, drininking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady across the street was so outraged at this, that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung!"
I took a drink from my can of Coors Light, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my
darkened RayBans and stared directly at this nosey bitch and then calmly replied...
"I am, and that's why she cuts the lawn."
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