Photo courtesy of Jacob Parsons. Found in China.
Then cut it down
Vote Willie Nelson for Prez!
What’ll happen when mowing?
It’ll take us a long time to grow up at that rate
I grew up with the grass and I forgoten the before…
Let’s potty train the grass.
Don’t smoke it all at once.
When I grow up I want to be a lawnyer…
OK, but if you try to fertilise the kids I’ll cut off your nutsack!
I think I did. I’m starting to go to seed and I often feel rooted.*
*Aussie slang.
♫ It isn’t easy being green….♫
Describes my teenage years perfectly.
No thanks, I’d rather step on you. 😈
At my joint, we all grew up with the grass.
I was a poor child, born on the Astro-Turf side of the tracks.
I am not a vegetable! I am a human being!
Show solidarity with the grass, wear your hair in bhangs.
Well, I indeed noticed some green in my hair…
Get off my turf, Dude!
Be thin and green, but get troddon on. And worse.
Get off my turf dude?
Get a life . . . let’s not grow up with the grass!
I love the smell of Roundup in the morning.
Growing up with the grass tends to give one the munchies.
Been there, done that.
Once you grow to a certain age, the munchies kick in.
The literal translation might be even worse… let’s… “get long with the grass.”
Who needs Viagra then?
Too bad society cuts them down.
Then cut it down
Vote Willie Nelson for Prez!
What’ll happen when mowing?
It’ll take us a long time to grow up at that rate
I grew up with the grass and I forgoten the before…
Let’s potty train the grass.
Don’t smoke it all at once.
When I grow up I want to be a lawnyer…
OK, but if you try to fertilise the kids I’ll cut off your nutsack!
I think I did. I’m starting to go to seed and I often feel rooted.*
*Aussie slang.
♫ It isn’t easy being green….♫
Describes my teenage years perfectly.
No thanks, I’d rather step on you. 😈
At my joint, we all grew up with the grass.
I was a poor child, born on the Astro-Turf side of the tracks.
I am not a vegetable! I am a human being!
Show solidarity with the grass, wear your hair in bhangs.
Well, I indeed noticed some green in my hair…
Get off my turf, Dude!
Be thin and green, but get troddon on. And worse.
Get off my turf dude?
Get a life . . . let’s not grow up with the grass!
I love the smell of Roundup in the morning.
Growing up with the grass tends to give one the munchies.
Been there, done that.
Once you grow to a certain age, the munchies kick in.
The literal translation might be even worse… let’s… “get long with the grass.”
Who needs Viagra then?
Too bad society cuts them down.