04/26/2025
The Weedeating Warrior βοΈ
βWhy are you out here mean-mugging?β asked Sue, as The Slower Mower was fiercely slicing off the heads of the foolish w**ds who dared to engage him in an act of war. πΎ
It was the look of extreme focus. π
After she made the comment, I started catching myself harboring the same look while battling w**ds on my other properties. Weeds are my enemy. They receive zero compassion. They all must die. β οΈ
I literally find myself marching through the grass, at an elevated rate of speed, with my finger on the w**deater trigger, as if Iβm carrying a machine gun β¦ when I see a single w**d standing on the other side of the yard. π
The audacity. π‘
This pesky w**d thought he escaped the wrath of The Slower Mower's Zero Turn, assuming he slipped through the cracks and would live another day? π«£
Oh, Heavens, No. π«
You will meet your fate. π«΅
Off with your head! βοΈ
Even after the w**deater is back on the truck β¦ if I see an arrogant w**d still standing β¦ Iβll march over and rip off its head with my bare hands. π€
Every w**d reading this right now is officially on notice. π
Dear Weeds,
I donβt know who you are. I donβt know what you want. What I do know is that I have a very particular set of skills β¦ skills I have acquired over a very long career in Lawn Care. Skills that make me a nightmare for w**ds like you. If you stop growing and being ugly, thatβll be the end of it. I will not look for you; I will not pursue you. But if you donβt, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you. π©Έ
Sincerely,
The Slower Mower βοΈ
www.TheSlowerMower.com π’