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"I'm outta here," said the lawnmower, turning its back and storming off.
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10 comments:
I feel sorry for the lawn mower, I know what it's like to want to run away.
It probably saw the rest of the house and realized it's chances for survival there were not good.
I see the trash can and the lawn mower teaming up for a road trip ...
"born free, free as the wind blows" yes mow free little mower and find a home where you are loved, not left out to rust in the rain.
SO why will I want to buy this one eh?
Oh my goodness. You'd think the real estate agent might have said "Um, perhaps you'd like to clean up a bit before you show the house? Please?"
The listing actually states 'a diamond in the rough'. . .more like a cubic zirconia in the clutter!
OMG little lawnmower, if you work, come live with me! I have gasoline and sweet oil for your operating pleasure!
This house "hasn't been finished".
They started in 1960.
"Roger, I'm getting concerned that we'll never have storage spaces for all these clothes, rags and buckets!"
"Relax, dear. Steve said he'd be back on Tuesday to finish that up."
"But Roger! It's been 48 years. 48 YEARS!" Turns away, sobbing ...
I can't really say as though I blame the lawnmower. . . .
Sort of reminds me of the flying car zipping around the school grounds in the Harry Potter movie. Quick!Fly away!
The lawn is the least of their troubles, man.
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