Now, dog gonnit Fred, doncha know mowin', well, that there's woman's
work (ah jeeze, where's my nomex. I hear Debra comming down the hall)
>
> Pretty morning in n. va. so the wife says get out of the house and take
> the "LRM" with you and put it through its paces, great idea says I so off
> I go. Fill the "LRM" with petrol and away we go.First speed feels good so
> I shift into second gear and make turn-one with ease, shift into third
> and make turn two a little close, shift into fourth head for turn four
> and the damm farmer has a long tree branch out over the track, going too
> fast now so I have two choices , the tree and that is the end of the
> "LRM" or the tree branch and my head, so galliant me I save the "LRM" and
> POW right across the forehead comes the tree branch, knocks me for a loop
> and puts 4 stitches in the old head. Now the next time my wife tells me
> to take "THE LITTLE RIDING MOWER" out and put it through its paces, I
> will tell her I would rather PUSH-IT.
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