Sometimes, A Quickie is Better than Nothing

Okies ya'll, due to the fact that I'm up to my delicate little bootay in paperwork and... holy feckin hell.. if the phone rings one more time I may yank the sumbeetch out of the wall and toss it in the creek.. this will be a quickie.

Those of you who follow me on Facebook, Twitter or Plurk already know that my trashy big-boobed cousin with the lazy eye showed up at my house with the internet hunny she drove to N.Y. and fetched.. to mow yesterday. I'm not sure what they mowed, nothing is growing yet, but they drove the big ass ride-on up and down the brown yard for hours. As I was leaving to come back to work after lunch, I noticed something laying on the back of their car.

An invoice for mowing services.

Oh yes, giant cajones run in my family.

But that's not why I HAD to come tell ya'll all about it. When I left for work this morning, I found the shirt that my trashy big-boobed cousin with the lazy eye had been wearing while mowing was draped over the porch rail.

Hello? WTF?

Should I even ask?

Anywho.. ya'll have an awesome day. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!