right into my flower garden. It used to really tick me off. Kills the flowers, you know. Then I thought, ‘why not make the best of it?’ So, now, on game days, I stand behind the fence by the knot hole, real quiet, with my hedge clippers. Every time some guy sticks his pecker through my fence,
I surprise him, Grab hold of it and say, ‘O.K., buddy! Give me $20, or off it comes. “Well, that seems only fair,” said the cop, laughing. “OK. Good luck! Oh, by the way, what’s in the other bag? “Well, you know”, said the little old lady, “not everybody pays.”
