It was a great skit. Though the laced shoes didn't seem to fit his hands. Why was this? Were his hands...misshaped!? No that couldn't be. It must have been the allergic reaction the grass had after it was mowed.
It took him weeks for him to finally finish mowing his lawn. When he turned around to look at all the work he had accomplished, it had disappeared. It all grew back into a fine dust, chopped, no rather minced into a puzzle for his malformed hands.
Green, green, green, green, and most but not least, yellow grass. The best grass of all because, well the cows need it. Four stomachs, two horns and one utter. It all seems to co-relate in some odd way.
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