It. Mowed. The. Fucking. Lawn..

Not just mowed, I fucking SCALPED IT.

With the deck it came with no less.

I got the pressure washer out and cleaned up the yellow deck because I was going to put that on it but while I had it out I said Fuck It and cleaned up the old one.

As soon as I hit it underneath all kinds of big chunks of dried up grass and mud came out from under it.

So I said why not try it again?

Why not indeed.

Even though I just mowed that last week with the self propelled walk behind, it cut it so short and piled up so much grass that I am not even kidding when I say that there was enough for a bale of hay.

Most of it was out towards the street just out of the picture.

I had to go over it several times to blow it out of the middle of the yard.

That fucker ain’t gonna need mowing again for at least two weeks, I don’t care how much it rains.

The deck was all the way down and making hay boys.

Hell yes, I’m gonna call that a win for sure.

That the thing’s new name, The Little Green Pig.

The Pig for short.

A new seat and maybe an entire fiberglass kit for that hood and it will be good to go.

Lemme tell ya, it was so fucking nice to be able to sit down and do that job instead of killing myself with that walk behind motherfucker.

Some of you may remember this one from way back in the Big Hair Days.

This is more of a Ballad than anything else but it might surprise you.

Plus, this guy’s voice man.

I’m thinking those jeans must have been WAY too tight.

It’s a decent bluesy tune though.

Bonus for the band’s name on Easter too.

Looks like I’m not the only one with John Deere tractor issues.

Except he has a real tractor, not the little kiddy toy riding lawn mower thing.

Backhoe attachment and the Full Meal Deal.

The hydraulic power steering unit went out on his JD and just the price of a USED unit cost him more than I will have sunk into fixing BOTH of my little ones if I can help it.

Plus he is currently remembering those special curse words reserved for mechanics because he is swapping the damn thing out himself.

AyeYiYi.

My sympathies buddy.

I told him not to bust any knuckles.