Dummy Dance 2

[docwebster]

(In which our hero gives the !_)@*# up and contemplates going the !)(&@@^ back to bed)

Okay. Swelling goes down, I head outside to mow before the Big Bad of all thunderstorms hits, judging from the radar images.

I get outside, and the friggin' lawn mower has suddenly developed an aversion to actually cutting grass. It starts, I get about six inches mowed (shaddap), and it stops. Multiple times.

So okay, I fill it up. It was a trifle low on gas. Easily fixed.

Nope. Still stopping.

So I prime it one last time, give the cord a mighty yank.. and the flippin' cord ZINGS back to its alloted(sp?) resting place, slapping the bejeesus out of me nipple on the way. But it's running again, so I try.. and you guessed it. Stopped.

So, all in all, I smell like gas, have a stingy sore nipple and I'm going to go read some of sailorjim's stuff and sulk.

Comments

wet

[katharinakatt.livejournal.com]

Wet grass was often a issue when I did it. Might try again after it is dry.

Considering the burnt chin, and sore nipple, I'm surprised you don't have some kind of wild sex act tale to tell! Maybe best to make one up. Never hurts for your friends to think you're still a animal in bed. ;P