I've no idea what it is with guys and their lawn care gadgets. My dad, who is allergic to grass, has two lawnmowers, a weed wacker, a strange two-wheeled cart for seeds, and about five other things that I don't even understand.
It's a communist conspiracy, mark my words. And my hands are numb.
Dear John Deere (and the others whose names I do not
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