That’s the way of the world.
I am difficult, and I’m fiercely proud of it. Because of it, I can pick up nasty ground fruit in my backyard just to piss off the wasp population. Anytime I can be an ■■■■■■■ to those ■■■■■■■■ with wings, it’s worth it. ![]()
First World Medieval Problems…
This just cracked me up…
Dear Lord. What kind of a cretin does that??
Someone who watches a lot of Terrence and Phillip? ![]()
Godzilla had nothing to do with it. He was too busy drinking sake on Monster Island to worry about such trivial things. ![]()
God bless the onion
Huh.
Does your contractor do pools too?
Just because…cats.
As Mike Royko said, real men don’t like cats.
We’ve got cows!!!
Our next-door neighbor’s cows have realized that when I cut our lawn, that produces big piles of delicious grass clippings. Every time I’m mowing, they gather right next to the fence waiting for their treat. It’s interesting to watch, and pretty funny. One of them sees me from several hundred yards away and she wanders over and waits and then the other ones realize what’s happening and come along.
Our neighbor loves it when we dump the clippings to his cows. Apparently the bluegrass lawn is very nutritious for the animals. The cows don’t care about nutrition. They simply love it.
You’ve got friends on the other side of the fence who enjoy your company…for grass.
Actually, I’m jealous. You get to have awesome interaction with some sweet creatures.





