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May 1st, 2005 @ 3:07 pm by hordakwhen in maryland-- --a world of lawns and the requisite mowers fields of soy and sky--
--don't forget to look for me i'll be the one tending to his lawn eating crabcakes reading the paper under a tree and...
Man fuck that. I won't be doing any of that shit.
Posted in the mindlab
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May 1st, 2005 @ 4:09 pm
My place has this little crap-ass lawn but the landlord’s lawnmower keeps on busting. So this year I just dumped a half gallon of Round-Up all over the lawn.
May 1st, 2005 @ 10:34 pm
[...] rvertimore May 1st, 2005 @ 10:33 pm by loki This poem was inspired by Hordak’s MD flavored poem. Welcome to Pervertimore, knock on my door naughty [...]
May 1st, 2005 @ 11:07 pm
Punchline made me laugh out loud. Long live the nonconformity of youth!
May 1st, 2005 @ 11:24 pm
Here at BU they basically remove all the lawns every year and put down new ones.
Guess they have to do something extravagant to keep tuition among the highest in the country.