You be the grass, we'll be the lawnmower...

Yesterday, I was visiting my parents. I took the dog out so she could do her business, and what did I see? Right across the street a neighboar was mowing his front yard. A muscular, defined, tanned, sweaty, shirtless, hot-assed neighbor, in sunglasses, mowing his front yard.

I ran back into the house, grabbed my car keys, got my camera out of the car, put the dog back in and then surrepticiously took photos of him. Many many photos. below, are the best examples.



































































































Hmmm, paparazzi-esque, isn't it?

POLT

You notice is doesn't smell like ratpiss in here anymore. - Thom, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy