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 Busch Light, 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."