assateague wrote:I would have to cut the grass. I couldn't enjoy the beer and relaxing if I knew the grass needed to be cut. When there's work hanging over my head, I have to knock it out first. It'll probably give me a heart attack one day, but that's how it is.
I looked at my grass and said fuck it, need to learn to do the same Jim.

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