Mowing the lawn.

I think you've mowed one too many lawns.

I mowed 286 miles for you.

Cindy, what were you doing with the lawn boy?

He's a lawn boy. He makes 35 cents an hour.

Well, don't make me laugh, lawn boy.

Goodness, what has got into you?

Did I forget to pay you last week?

Didn't you, like, used to mow our lawn?

Maybe they want to keep growing

Yeah, I mowed 331 miles of grass this summer.

It wasn't the mowing that did it, you idiot.

The grass needs cutting.

My Life ona Mower.

Let's take advantage of the vacation to mow the lawn.

They don't have that kind of money.

I mean, I've got to do tricks on my lawnmower to get my child to eat.

Buy food grown locally, at Farmers' Markets.

But nevertheless, those sorts of things are out there.

The grass needs cutting.

He borrowed my lawnmower...

Bob charged 3 dollars an hour for mowing lawns.

Americans spent, in 2001 11 percent of all pesticide use was done on lawns.

I learned that manual labor really sucks.

Then it hit me That nice lawns are pretty

Some lawn equipment is loaded into the jerry built cart.

So I wrote poems, and here is one of the poems I wrote that night

It started to thunder I began to wonder

You have been hanging on Cindy Mancini's lawn for what? Five years?

This grass needs cutting.

Mother told me to mow the lawn.

My mother told me to mow the lawn.

You're gonna have to mow the park for me tomorrow.

I came over to borrow his lawnmower. I I saw him through the window.

I'm going to mow the lawn tomorrow, weather permitting.

For example, I smell freshly mown grass, and new parchment, and spearmint toothpaste

The grass was left long and weedy in the slate walk, and very often he wasn't cutting the grass on the other side of the hedge by the road at all.

In about the fifth year I decided cutting the grass was something I didn't want to do any more of.

This will be our little secret... or it's free lawn mowing for a year.

You realize you're talking to a man Who doesn't even know how to run his own lawnmower?

I was a 6th grade kid writing a poem about mowing the lawn!

I wasn't usually home when the lawn was cut, so all I ever saw were the results.

He had an old pickup truck and a big, battered mower.

When you're done mowing the grass here... do you mind bringing the house up to my office?

Right, like cutting lawns is brutal.