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On Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn. The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged at this that she came over and shouted at me,
"You should be hung."
I took a drink from my bottle of Molson's Canadian, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray Ban Sunglasses and stared directly at this nosey neighbour and then calmly replied,
"I am. That's why she cuts the grass."