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    Nothing Like Edging

    After mowing the lawn twice yesterday, because it was too tall to just mow once (had to break up the clumps from mulching), I got giddy with excitement. It was now time to break out the Grass Hog – the edger/trimmer I purchased and used once last fall. I grabbed my sunglasses and went to town. There is nothing like whacking weeds and hard-to-reach grass with this powerful little bastard. It is the same sort of feeling you get while operating a chainsaw. Bad. Ass. I’m the Grim Reaper of long grass, baby. REAP-REAP-REAP! Woo! And when I’m done with that, I can rotate the head with a quick snap-click and I’m all ready to edge the lawn, which turns the OCD on high gear.

    I feel like I should be drinking beer out of a can and making pig squeals while running this thing.

    That’s not normal.

    Clifton
    Apr 18, 01:15 PM
    # 1

    I wish I had an edger. That would be cool. I mowed the lawn tonight and wished that I had an edger. Mabye you could loan us yours and we could FedEx it back and forth.

    Tim Lenon
    Apr 18, 01:28 PM
    # 2

    You need the trimmer keith put the large metal blade on at the shop. Then you both can drink beer and chase city folk.

    lol
    -T

    Max
    Apr 18, 02:33 PM
    # 3

    Mabye you could loan us yours and we could FedEx it back and forth.

    Mine was like… 40 bucks at Ace. Got it at the end of the season, so it was a bit cheaper. Not a bad deal.

    You need the trimmer keith put the large metal blade on at the shop.

    So as not to get to in-jokey: Tim and I did web development directly above a lawn sprinkler business. Since we shared a building, we would wander down occasionally to see what was happening. Keith would randomly sharpen things and place them on what we liked to call the “Wall of Death,” which had all manner of blades.

    Keith was quiet and wore a good mustache.

    It’s always the quiet ones…

    zach
    May 8, 03:59 PM
    # 4

    I purchased a similiar piece of power equipment a few weeks ago, and cranking that gas-powered baby up and disturbing your neighbors as you blast away at blades of grass and other untrimmed greenery that your mower just couldn’t get to—man, that’s good shit.

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