The damn weed whacker, my nemesis; I can NOT for the life of me get the damn thing started. Something to do with short arms. Whatever.
Weed Whacker 1, me 0
I had to break down and ask soon to be ex to start the damn thing for me and the smirk he had on his face, cause I did need him for something. *eyeroll*
Weed Whacker 2, me 0
My mom told me I should put pants on while operating said weed whacker and I blew her off, to only get nailed a billion different times in the legs. I have marks all up and down my shins and calves...that looks really hot in my heels and skirt.
Weed Whacker 3, me 0
F*cking week whacker.
Ugh! How annoying you had to ask him for help!
ReplyDeleteI can't start the leaf blower to save my life.
My word verf is "vaigni". So close...
Let me know when it is 3-3 and I'll raise a glass to you.
ReplyDeleteYou wore shorts!! Holy crackers batman that's gotta hurt.
ReplyDeleteI'm convinced that weed eaters are manufactured by evil scientists who have real-time Google Earth and can sit back and watch people all over the country struggle with their 2-stroke pains in the ass.
ReplyDeleteYep Weed Wackers are EVIL!
ReplyDeleteI have an edge hog and for the last 5yrs I can't get the rechargable battery off! I leave it sitting in the garage until the man comes to move it off for me.
ReplyDeleteYou've got to show that weed-whacker who's boss!!! I can't believe you leg-whacked yourself! :)
ReplyDeletedamn weed whacker.
ReplyDeletedamn soon to be ex. just because the blame needs to lie somewhere!!
xoxo
lmao... awww you poor thing.
ReplyDeleteI've used one of those before, when i was a t-ager and i couldnt get it started because I didnt have enough strength back then ha
I have a hard time working my weed whacker also...damn yard work!
ReplyDeleteGet yourself an electric weed wacker and a pair of jeans oh! and work boots. Then you won't have to ask the ex-man, or blow off your mom.
ReplyDeleteJust make sure you keep the weed wacker line away from the extension cord!
I have a light weight battery operated one. Just plug it in to the charger...no changing of batteries. Poop on soon to be ex!
ReplyDeleteOuch, you had to ask for help, what a bummer. Wait til you have a new hot man to ask for help, and you better ask a lot!!!
ReplyDeleteTo the weed whacker (heh, whacker) in a minute.
ReplyDeleteIs there a story behind the bird? I like it.
OK, back to the whackage.
Find a friendly neighbor's husband to borrow for things like starting your weed whacker (heh). Hmm, or a friendly hot single neighbor to start all your motors.
And please tell me you at least once thought of the personal trimming of personal places connection to weed whacker when writing this. If not, I really need to send myself to a time-out.
(Oh, and my word verification word is PUBESTO. See it? Pube? Yes, I am a 12 year old boy. I cannot help it - wait, you and your dirty word verification started it!)
Oi. Parabéns pelo excelente blog. Gostaria de lhe convidar para visitar meu blog e conhecer alguma coisa sobre o Brasil. Abração
ReplyDeleteYeah that about sums it up with weed whackers. WE had one that was a total dud and even my turbo mechanic husband finally threw it out. We went and bough the "high end" weed whacker instead.
ReplyDeleteBut not wearing jeans and eye protection...... oh my. lol.
OMG you make me laugh.
ReplyDeleteWho needs a damn weed wacker anyways?
ReplyDeleteWe loathe weed whackers here....my husband refuses to use one and uses manual clippers instead. More power to him, I would just get the damn whacker already :) He keeps justifying it because he uses no electricity then...go Mother Earth!
ReplyDeleteYou should get an electric weedwacker then you wouldn't need to ask your soon to be ex to start it. Just a thought :)
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