Monday October 8, 2007

Stay classy, St. Paul.
I nearly choked on my tea this weekend when I read the third paragraph, prompting Noah to ask whether or not it was a Bolshevik Landscapers' Throwdown.  Because who has a sickle lying around?  And rarely does a lawnmower start on the first pull, so some brawler was clearly so adamant in his choice of weapon that he probably gave it a good five pulls before the throttle caught.

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