Hey ya’ll! Give last week’s post regarding DMX and his crack addiction, plus the attempted theft of my car last Friday morning, a loyal reader (wow, didn’t know I had any!), asked me to repost this oh so true story from a while back. ENJOY!
Anyway, I’m working on a few posts, but what I saw tonight when I got home made me grab the laptop for a quick post.
It’s kinda pitiful, I know. Hush! Prior to this year, there was a teenager three doors down who cut it every two weeks, but he’s gone away to college. I haven’t yet found another teenager to handle things.
Hubby arrives and we take a ride to go house hunting (more on that another day). When we return, this is what we see:
What in the Edward Scissorhands, blind grass cutting hell is this?
There is no sign of Crack, but there is a collection of tools on the front porch:
Let’s take a closer look at the tools that Crack has chosen for this task:
A hand saw with half a handle? And what the hell was he planning on digging up? Where are the rest of the “fingers” to the rake? Lordie, lordie. My poor lawn. I laughed all the way into the house to get the digital camera. As you can see, this pic was taken at about 9pm and it was pretty dark out. The porch is only lit with motion lights and the entire yard is normally dark.
Crack hasn’t been back to finish, so he may have given up. Judging by the assembled tools, I don’t blame him. He’ll be back. If not tonight, then tomorrow. If you live in NE DC, lock up ya lawnmowers!