On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer and
> watching my wife mow the lawn.
> The neighbor 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 neighbor and then calmly replied,
>
> 'I am. That's why she cuts the grass.'





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