Two cylinders? My lawn mower has one.

Wasn't ants, he was trying to burn out a cockroach nest lol.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7599379/Gardener-tries-kill-cockroaches-setting-fire-nest-blows-lawn-instead.html

Damn methane lawn bubbles. Should be outlawed.

Good thing he got them before they ruined his lawn.

Maybe next time don't blow your dog up too?

*quality stupidity

Why... back in my day, you had to follow the car! You kids today got it easy. BTW, Get off my lawn!

President Pedophile says this is a conspiracy to bring more illegals in to mow everyone's lawn.

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Free to own guns.
Free to say whatever you want, no matter how offensive, hateful, or wrong.
Free to sell products or run companies that literally kill other people.
Free to influence elections with your money.
But mow your fucking lawn or we'll eat you alive!

America, fuck yeah!

Is that what crossbow bolts are supposed to look like? Looks more like a medieval lawn dart.

Doing my part, just dumped both of my aging gas lawn mowers to the curb and got a Kobalt 40V electric mower. If only I could get a Tesla for $229 lol.

Good dog, Cujo! Also, you know that mutt drops a log the size of a baguette at least twice a day and it practically takes a snow shovel to fling it into the neighbor's yard.

I use to have a tragically retarded Cocker Spaniel (and, to note, there is no other variety of that breed) and it was like the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg, only with dogshit. At least three times a day, this golden-furred, floppy ear'd mongrel would scarf down a can of Alpo, a cup of kibble and whatever food was left lying on the table -- the same table the cat always got smacked for climbing on, but the dog ... ohhh, no! It's CUTE when the dog does it! -- then make a beeline to the back lawn where it'd crap Mt. Everest. I'd have to trudge out the the back yard, shovel in hand, while the guy next door shot me the stink-eye because he was tired of fishing dog turds out of his swimming pool every day during the summer. This task is odious enough, but it's a thousand times worse when you're stoned and it's a million degrees out and you'd much rather be floating on your waterbed listening to Dark Side of the Moon in headphones while blissful AC-cooled air wafts over your twice-weekly washed body and not fighting your way through a black fog of Horseflies to reach a 1:1 scale model of Mt. Doom made entirely of a too-quickly digested overpriced slurry of meat scraps and offal that the canners couldn't fob off on Mexico.

It might not have been as bad as all that, but in my hazy recollection, it was pretty darned close.

I'm not sure why I told you all this, to be perfectly honest, but I did. So there.

You'd hope he'd just walk up on the lawn where there is snow.

After several hours of "enhanced interrogation" the interrogator comes back and says it doesn't matter what we do, she just keeps laughing. Also, she keeps asking when someone is coming in to mow the front lawn.

Oh no! The immigrants are coming, better watch out or you might end up with a well-manicured lawn. Seriously, does anyone in the US really want these jobs? But then again Trump is trying to bring coal mining back, so what do I know?

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