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 Ray Ban sunglasses and calmly replied, ‘I am. That’s why she cuts the grass.’
