May 22, 2014
Me and that big stupid mower.
I lumbered up and ground their volley ball sized Death Star clear to topsoil leaving a cloud of angry by very battered insects wondering what the hell had just happened. I somehow reversed the mighty beast and safely got out of there without a scratch.- - Farm Equipment Zen: Part 2
Posted by gerardvanderleun at May 22, 2014 9:33 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
There are avenues opening up in unlikely areas for the celebration of Assholes Get a Punch in the Face Day.
It is a nice enough story but I just don't like his attitude. People like this are licensed to drive motor vehicles, own firearms, operate equipment, &c. "Low Impulse Control" should be tattooed on his forehead.
Posted by: chasmatic at May 22, 2014 8:11 PM
*ahem* Fire Ant Mound. Preceded by "Hey! Watch THIS!
In my defense...
1. I'm from New England. (no fire ants)
2. I was (about) 24
3. Adult beverages were involved.
4. I DID learn about how many Fire Ants are in ONE of those mounds, AND that they have neighbors.
5.I DID get away without a bite.
6.I DID learn about this really cool stuff you mix with water, and pour slowly, THAT VERY DAY.
Thank you Texas.
Posted by: CaptDMO at May 23, 2014 6:01 AM