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One thing I really love about my job is that it is unpredictable. No two days are ever the same.

I spent today, for instance, designing and building a redneck lawnmower.

It's a rabbit hutch, see, that's portable, see, and the bottom is made of wide mesh. You put it down in your yard, and toss a bunch of rabbits inside, and the grass pokes up through the mesh, and the rabbits eat it, and that's how you mow your damn lawn, you lazy fuck.

It was a lot of fun to build, except I about took my thumb off with my hammer.

So it goes.

In spite of what I dubbed this contraption, the folks I built it for are verrrrrrry wealthy, ivy-league* blue-blood types. Don't get me wrong, they are super-nice. But in my admittedly limited experience, the only people weirder than rabbit owners are millionaires. Rabbit owner + millionaire = can you build this thing I saw in this rabbit book?

Ah well, I did a high quality job, and I charged them a lot for it.



*Ivy league? Yeah, my brother is a U Penn graduate, and he does the same thing I do. Now my poor sister is the real fool... she's a doctor.