Toward the end, it gets trapped in the vortex and starts to mow itself.
~Not-"Not-So-Handy Andy" Jack
Pharmacy, please. I must have mixed up my meds because right now this taxi looks like a lawnmower with a shopping cart attached.
They had to compromise.
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As the neighborhood kids played merrily on the swingsets below, Diane gleefully plotted her revenge for the time they egged her house on Halloween.
He wanted to go on a road trip. She wanted him to do some chores. They compromised.
Uhhh hello. I'm offic... Mr. Willis. Here to... mow your lawn. Could you let me in so I can find your lawn mower... uhhh... fluid?
Who cares about quality when you can do it faster?