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One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow,

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love with Lawnmower Man.

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love with Lawnmower Man. Daft git.

Meanwhile,

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love with Lawnmower Man. Daft git.

Meanwhile, Lawnmower Man patched

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love with Lawnmower Man. Daft git.

Meanwhile, Lawnmower Man patched his missing hairs.

One day, when I was walking, I saw the Lawnmower Man mowing. He said, "What lawn needs mowin'?" I replied, "Why do you ask?" A cat walked by very cat-like. The smell of motor oil filled made me want to drive my car across the Brooklyn Bridge and play real-life Carmageddon with a goat. This wish will be granted by very happy pixies on my birthday.
The following day the Lawnmower Man ate a sandwich filled with cannabis and smoked the crack laced catnip from his hand. I was stunned. His dog looked crooked and snarled vulgar jokes at the condom dispenser. "What the hell?" said the wasps when they began their buzzing affairs. I played my DSi totally ignoring my inner spirit.

The Lawnmower Man woke up and drank orange juice. It tasted bitter, so he threw the glass of beer at it. While contemplating life, the Lawnmower Man eats a cookie - a magical cookie - and some milk! I think I need some grass to walk on. Grass is very nice. The man walked toward the grass but fell on his face. Alas! The grass dodged his face, and instead a thud replaced a crack, snap, boom! "Oh, woe is me!" he weeped. Poor Lawnmower Man.

I walked down the road, merrily playing my harmonica. Suddenly, without warning, I fell. What caused this, I don't know. I suppose I inadvertently killed my own sense of balance. Tragic, really. Anyhow, I returned to Starbucks to drink some balance restoring herbal infused frappuccino and remove Heinrich's balance destroyer. I subsequently rearranged his balance destroyer, so he would fall helplessly in love with Lawnmower Man. Daft git.

Meanwhile, Lawnmower Man patched his missing hairs. He was very