lawn mowers
describe an american lager. come on you bunch of exhaust huffing mowers. tell me you enjoy a classic american lager because it is what gets you all tops for mowing season. mmmh the smell of cut grass makes me want to chug some bud bro. wipe my sweat of my brow. brah time to put down the 300 dvd and leave the grass alone. check out some assholes pouring unfettered anxiety into poorly maintained instruments. drink a bud. leave the floor exhausted after contorting in ways you thought under your right mind no one would bear witness. drink a bud. have your throat run dry and your mind flushed empty by an exasperating interaction completely slurred and crystal fucking clear. drink a bud. and then tell me it is best after a fucking lawn mow. go follow your mower.
