Can anyone explain where the pleasure is in mowing the lawn?
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I had to do it yesterday, and compared to my old hobbies (as in I don't do them any more) I really can't see the point. All you end up with is a large number of bin bags full of short green cr@p you can't eat, drink, smoke, wear or even put in the composter as it's the "wrong type of material" and temporarily slightly shorter green stuff, whjich will be back to normal by the end of the week. And a trip to the tip in a car that smells of rapidly fermenting vegetables. At least with my ex-hobbies of excessive drinking, excessive consumption of illegal narcotics, and riding excessively large motorcycles at excessive speeds on public roads you got something concrete out it: Considerably poorer, a bad headache and a big grin. How the elephanting heck can people actually enjoy this?:confused:
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I no longer have a lawn but when I did, I rather enjoyed mowing it. Getting those nice looking stripes just right is an art form and a worthy hobby. As to
OriginalGriff wrote:
short green cr@p you can't eat, drink
there are loads of recipes for smoothies if you are determined to consume it. Someone (a goyl, naturally) persuaded me to try one once and I wouldn't recommend it but if you feel it wrong to waste it, then go ahead.
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I had to do it yesterday, and compared to my old hobbies (as in I don't do them any more) I really can't see the point. All you end up with is a large number of bin bags full of short green cr@p you can't eat, drink, smoke, wear or even put in the composter as it's the "wrong type of material" and temporarily slightly shorter green stuff, whjich will be back to normal by the end of the week. And a trip to the tip in a car that smells of rapidly fermenting vegetables. At least with my ex-hobbies of excessive drinking, excessive consumption of illegal narcotics, and riding excessively large motorcycles at excessive speeds on public roads you got something concrete out it: Considerably poorer, a bad headache and a big grin. How the elephanting heck can people actually enjoy this?:confused:
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
Picture yourself as a giant and the blades of grass, annoying little people. As you run your blades over them, yell, "die scum of the Earth, die!" - bonus points if you take out insects...(just like a 3D video game) :-D Extra bonus: your neighbors will probably not bother you much...
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I had to do it yesterday, and compared to my old hobbies (as in I don't do them any more) I really can't see the point. All you end up with is a large number of bin bags full of short green cr@p you can't eat, drink, smoke, wear or even put in the composter as it's the "wrong type of material" and temporarily slightly shorter green stuff, whjich will be back to normal by the end of the week. And a trip to the tip in a car that smells of rapidly fermenting vegetables. At least with my ex-hobbies of excessive drinking, excessive consumption of illegal narcotics, and riding excessively large motorcycles at excessive speeds on public roads you got something concrete out it: Considerably poorer, a bad headache and a big grin. How the elephanting heck can people actually enjoy this?:confused:
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
Nobody nattering at me. And, even if they were, I can't hear them. If cutting the back, a zillion dragonflies clouding around me snatching up all the smaller insects I've evicted from their homes. If cutting the front, a dozen swallows zooming around snatching up all the insects of whatever size I've evicted from their homes. Randomly, a flock of butterflies come to say Hello.
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Nobody nattering at me. And, even if they were, I can't hear them. If cutting the back, a zillion dragonflies clouding around me snatching up all the smaller insects I've evicted from their homes. If cutting the front, a dozen swallows zooming around snatching up all the insects of whatever size I've evicted from their homes. Randomly, a flock of butterflies come to say Hello.
No dogs or cats are in the classroom. My Mu[sic] My Films My Windows Programs, etc.
Post video please :)
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Post video please :)
Charlie Gilley You're going to tell me what I want to know, or I'm going to beat you to death in your own house. "Where liberty dwells, there is my country." B. Franklin, 1783 “They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” BF, 1759
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Sow Emo grass, it cuts itself. Andy B
That's wicked :laugh:.
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Nobody nattering at me. And, even if they were, I can't hear them. If cutting the back, a zillion dragonflies clouding around me snatching up all the smaller insects I've evicted from their homes. If cutting the front, a dozen swallows zooming around snatching up all the insects of whatever size I've evicted from their homes. Randomly, a flock of butterflies come to say Hello.
No dogs or cats are in the classroom. My Mu[sic] My Films My Windows Programs, etc.
Have you ever considered writing Haiku?
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
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Have you ever considered writing Haiku?
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
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I had to do it yesterday, and compared to my old hobbies (as in I don't do them any more) I really can't see the point. All you end up with is a large number of bin bags full of short green cr@p you can't eat, drink, smoke, wear or even put in the composter as it's the "wrong type of material" and temporarily slightly shorter green stuff, whjich will be back to normal by the end of the week. And a trip to the tip in a car that smells of rapidly fermenting vegetables. At least with my ex-hobbies of excessive drinking, excessive consumption of illegal narcotics, and riding excessively large motorcycles at excessive speeds on public roads you got something concrete out it: Considerably poorer, a bad headache and a big grin. How the elephanting heck can people actually enjoy this?:confused:
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
When I got sick last year I relented and agreed to the Mrs calling in a mower man. For $50 he mowed the 300sq meters of lawn, did all the edges far better than I ever had, cleaned up with his leaf blower and took all the clippings with him. We had him back every week during summer. Life is just too short
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You like the exercise uh? Well, I have 1.2 acres of which I have about 3/4 of it cleared, how about you come cut my yard, you'll get plenty of exercise. BTW - I live on a hill and my yard is filled with all kinds of holes, rocks and Raptor bones; at least that's what they look like to me, or maybe that's just the heat stroke talking. And thanks for volunteering like this, I mean, I would have paid you, but since you enjoy the exercise I'm sure you'll gladly do this out of the kindness of heart, after all, if you worked out at a gym that'd cost YOU money and I'm going to let you do this for free! I know, no need to thank me. I'll let the little yellow ninjas of flying death know you'll be playing "tag" with them; They so enjoy a good game of tag. Bring your running shoes, they've up their game this year and now employ GPS to help track their target. ;P
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