Is it too much to ask for a cold front?

With my drinking hat on my head and my gang neutral blue bandana wrapped around my face, I had two options. Either rob a train or tackle my yard once again. Being that I bought a new electric weed whacker today, I decided to go with the latter. Two and a half hours later, my yard still looks like shit. At least it looks like shorter shit than it did two and a half hours ago.
I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.


I have to give credit somewhere for the following statements, as they are not my own. This was sent to me by a friend of mine in Colorado Springs. I fell out of my chair when I read them.



My mailbox is being flooded with mail concerning gas prices and
illegal immigrants. To boycott oil companies or not; to provide
amnesty to illegal immigrants or not, etc.

Since I have become jaded to the various solutions proposed by the
Republicans, Democrats, Sierra Club, ACLU, etc., I have elected to
solve the problems as they affect me. It solves both my gas and
illegal immigrant problems.

I have hired illegal immigrants to push my car. They're plentiful
and cheaper than buying gas.