Well, it wasn't the fastest ride in town, but Old Mister Beemer got around and managed to cut a path to wherever he pleased, whistling a merry tune as he blazed a trail of terror and showers of grass clippings on unsuspecting picnickers. Kids on the block called him the Cub Cadet. Old Mister Beemer preferred "Hobart."
Monday, June 22, 2009
Mow Mow Mow Your Lawn.
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