Last time I mowed my front lawn, I left out a mower deck wide strip on the slope on the side of the walkway away from George's property. Today, he asked if I was having problems with my lawn mower. I said, "No. It's working fine (head bob)... I hear the phone... gotta go answer it." I love fuckin with Holier Than Thou George. I'll bet he wants to mow that strip real bad. I appreciate my living artwork. It's an innate talent. My next project is entitled, "George's fuckin wind chimes bother me at night while I am trying to sleep." The short title is, "Untangle this, motherfucker."