And I saw this guy. He was out there, in the blazing sun, sweating like he was in a sauna, pushing a lawnmower. You know the type, right? Overalls, a little hat, the whole nine yards.
So, I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, you know, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked like they might ask me for directions. And I saw this guy. He was out there, in the blazing sun, sweating like he was in a sauna, pushing a lawnmower. You know the type, right? Overalls, a little hat, the whole nine yards. And I thought to myself, "Man, that's dedication. That's the American dream right there – a man, his lawnmower, and a whole lot of grass that refuses to stay down." But then, my eyes drifted upwards. Because, you know, that's what happens when you're a comedian – you're always scanning the room for material, or, in this case, the balcony. And there she was. Lounging, looking like she just stepped out of a swimsuit catalog, with… well, let's just say she had some impressive landscaping of her own going on up there. And I swear, for a split second, I saw the lawnmower guy's eyes widen. His grip on t...
