Monday, June 22, 2009

Mow Mow Mow Your Lawn.

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."

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