Mowing and Beer

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 dark Ray Ban sunglasses, stared directly into the eyes
of this nosy ass neighbor and then calmly replied: "I am. That's why
she cuts the grass."