My Chopper: Dare To Cross Me!
I wouldn't cross Jojo if I were you as I'm a dab hand with garden tools and could so easily cut your prized rose bushes down to a couple of inches in a few seconds with a few thrusts of my strong arms and big chopper. If you don't believe me just ask the hedge as I stripped it bare so that the ice-cold winds would relentlessly blow through it making it shake and shiver all winter and regret ever having upset me when I was just trying to be kind. What crime might deserve such heartless cruelty you might well ask. Well it dared prick and tear my skin drawing blood as so Iovingly I gave it it's annual prune and those big blackthorn thornes are lethal they go through thick gloves and everything. After I had my cancer and was weak from the chemo I asked a gardener to come and do it but in the end he started taking liberties and ripped me off. Yes the last time he did such a poor job there was nothing else I could do I had to get the parrot-beaks out and ruthlessly cut away all the ivy and brambles so it could fill out and grow properly again. Also as he was just trimming the thing like a poodle with some electric scissors on a pole it was just getting higher and higher so I really needed to lower it so the next time I could still cut it. That was two years ago and I ended up with so much to burn I had to have two big bonfires. It did the trick as I can now cut the whole hedge in about twelve hours when it used to take about eighteen. I try to do it manageable chunks too but I have to confess after three hours really hard work I feel both physically and mentally exhaused. But believe it on not Beautiful Jojo will be seventy-three on Sunday and I'm sure a lot of the fatigue is due to being not used to such had graft. I would make a terrible prime minister wouldn't I lol all those paid trips and long holidays would kill me.
My Chopper: Dare To Cross Me!
I wouldn't cross Jojo if I were you as I'm a dab hand with garden tools and could so easily cut your prized rose bushes down to a couple of inches in a few seconds with a few thrusts of my strong arms and big chopper. If you don't believe me just ask the hedge as I stripped it bare so that the ice-cold winds would relentlessly blow through it making it shake and shiver all winter and regret ever having upset me when I was just trying to be kind. What crime might deserve such heartless cruelty you might well ask. Well it dared prick and tear my skin drawing blood as so Iovingly I gave it it's annual prune and those big blackthorn thornes are lethal they go through thick gloves and everything. After I had my cancer and was weak from the chemo I asked a gardener to come and do it but in the end he started taking liberties and ripped me off. Yes the last time he did such a poor job there was nothing else I could do I had to get the parrot-beaks out and ruthlessly cut away all the ivy and brambles so it could fill out and grow properly again. Also as he was just trimming the thing like a poodle with some electric scissors on a pole it was just getting higher and higher so I really needed to lower it so the next time I could still cut it. That was two years ago and I ended up with so much to burn I had to have two big bonfires. It did the trick as I can now cut the whole hedge in about twelve hours when it used to take about eighteen. I try to do it manageable chunks too but I have to confess after three hours really hard work I feel both physically and mentally exhaused. But believe it on not Beautiful Jojo will be seventy-three on Sunday and I'm sure a lot of the fatigue is due to being not used to such had graft. I would make a terrible prime minister wouldn't I lol all those paid trips and long holidays would kill me.