Friday, June 29, 2012

Day 181: Ax Man...


The sound of a home owner trying to cut down large tree branches hanging over into his yard...
 
"Futher mudruker, son of a bitch, gat damn, filthin foul, suck balls, blow me, butt wad lickin', sack o'dung sniffin', pole dancin', whatha funk, kiss my lily white a-hole, mudda-finga, SHIT!!!"



 Sure, I could've stopped and let the professionals step it but if I did, then the terrorists win.  God bless America!

DISCLAIMER:  No horses or dogs were injured in the making of this blog.  However two fingers, one lattice and my wife's sensitive ears didn't fair so well.




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