The grass is out there and it’s mocking me. It’s laughing at me. It’s growing and growing and taunting me. I have to cut it, but my legs are freakin’ killing me today.
Oh lawn, you are the bane of my existence.
Lawn Care Fail
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The grass is out there and it’s mocking me. It’s laughing at me. It’s growing and growing and taunting me. I have to cut it, but my legs are freakin’ killing me today.
Oh lawn, you are the bane of my existence.
Inside the Red Head's Head 