Originally Posted by elkhunternm
How in the world did you get your Wife to mow lawn?


A Texan was sittin' in his lawn chair in the shade. He had on a ball cap, his shades down and sippin' on a long neck. His darlin' bride was sweatin' away pushing a lawnmower over the front yard. This had pretty much been going on every Saturday afternoon all summer long. The "biddy" next door had watched this pretty much all summer. Finally she could take no more.
She comes out of her house and marches up to where the guy is kicked back in his chaise lounger. She says Sir, I can't believe that you would sit here every Saturday afternoon and drink beer in the shade while your wife is mowing the yard. You ought to be hung.
The Texan don't even bother to set up. Just pushes his cap back a might, lowers his shades on his nose, smiles and laconically drawls,
Yes ma'am, I am.
That's why she's mowing the grass.

Best,

GWB

A Kill Artist. When I draw, I draw blood.