Random Thoughts VIII: The Ocho

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As every man here knows, there is one **** measuring contest that happens among any men. In the area I live its mowers. All but one has a riding mower, my d bag neighbor being the exception.....until now maybe.

I live among several retired farmers and some wanna be farmers (actually are some). Most mowers bought from an implement dealership out here. I don't actually compete,but buy mowers that work for the farm so mine are always a little oversized in case I need to tagteam some ground up there. Some have 2-3 mowers (truthfully) for one or two lots, big competition.

I get home, look out my window and see dbag riding what appears to be an oversized push mower. The guy has had several affairs and thinks he's Gods gift to women. Most men feel he is a woman. I wouldn't let my son be caught on this mower.
It's not the size of the mower, it's how you edge with it.
 
Tall and G are both very tall so they can talk about tall people stuff in the room with the vaulted ceiling. Gr8 and dt are both old so they can talk about old people stuff in the room next to the bathroom with the raised toilet seat and sit-in shower.
Good points. They have until EOD to call it otherwise.
 
As every man here knows, there is one **** measuring contest that happens among any men. In the area I live its mowers. All but one has a riding mower, my d bag neighbor being the exception.....until now maybe.

I live among several retired farmers and some wanna be farmers (actually are some). Most mowers bought from an implement dealership out here. I don't actually compete,but buy mowers that work for the farm so mine are always a little oversized in case I need to tagteam some ground up there. Some have 2-3 mowers (truthfully) for one or two lots, big competition.

I get home, look out my window and see dbag riding what appears to be an oversized push mower. The guy has had several affairs and thinks he's Gods gift to women. Most men feel he is a woman. I wouldn't let my son be caught on this mower.
In the area I live in it's actual dicks. It takes place in the northwestern suburbs of Minneapolis. It's a rather underwhelming competition.
 
As every man here knows, there is one **** measuring contest that happens among any men. In the area I live its mowers. All but one has a riding mower, my d bag neighbor being the exception.....until now maybe.

I live among several retired farmers and some wanna be farmers (actually are some). Most mowers bought from an implement dealership out here. I don't actually compete,but buy mowers that work for the farm so mine are always a little oversized in case I need to tagteam some ground up there. Some have 2-3 mowers (truthfully) for one or two lots, big competition.

I get home, look out my window and see dbag riding what appears to be an oversized push mower. The guy has had several affairs and thinks he's Gods gift to women. Most men feel he is a woman. I wouldn't let my son be caught on this mower.

It's not the size of the mower, it's how you edge with it.

It's not how fast you mow, it's how well you mow fast.
 
Woo - Please take note of our location. Hopefully Boxster will continue his bachelor lifestyle and leave his car keys lying out so it is easy to grab them off his nightstand and go for joyrides.
 
The ladies of RT would be better off hanging out in our room. Pants and I got Pina Coladas, Mai Tais, and Netflix. Plenty of Netflix.
 
Maybe I am oblivious but I am not sure what the **** measuring contest is here. Probably means everyone is chasing me.
 
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