Did none of you follow enduro motorcycles in the 60s? Husky is short for Husqvarna, a manufacturer of stuff with motors. I’m tired of you people being neither psychic nor sharing my life experience.
Now they need to now the front. I mean, now. No, I mean MOW, you stupid machine. I hate autocorrect.
If you hate autocorrect, why not just disable it?
I’m lazy and the apostrophe is on another screen. I mean, duh. 
Why bother communicating clearly using written language when we have all of those other non-verbal cues to pick up on? Like your body language, and tone, and demeanor.
Oh wait, this is a message board. Nevermind 
I opened this post and was sure I was going to find that the dropzone had posted while having a stroke.
A big thank you to the interpreters for clearing that up.
Had a migraine this morning. First one I thought was a stroke, but did a quick “does everything move on command?” and reconsidered. I’m used to them now.
I’m relieved to hear you’ve considered that possibility. Between this and the other thread you posted I had the same concern.
4 horsepower huh? My electric toothbrush has more power than that.
Right? And if they bought one that was lighter, they could cut the grass by the curb instead of pretending its not a foot deep. If I had known children were this useless I wouldn’t have had any.
I looked at the AWD Husky but the online reviews were pretty bad. I have a big hill in the back yard and thought the AWD would be a good feature. I ended up getting a Honda that turned out to be terrible for mowing the hill but a great mower otherwise. I mow the hill with the tractor now which is taking my life in my hands.
I just hurt myself laughing.
When Dad said it the second time, girl or boy, you went out, used the the wind it yourself piece of rope with no handle on the ‘old even then’ Yazoo mower with no safe guards at all and mowed ALL of the indicated area. No loss of body parts ever happened because he had taught us to use it safely.
The damn thing would not die so all 7 of us got the joy of learning it and using it.
When I was a kid, I liked to sleep in on Saturdays, but then would wake up to the noise of the lawnmower and the smell of freshly cut grass. This meant that my father was out there cutting the lawn, and I was expected to get out of bed and take over, or at least help him. I don’t know why he insisted on mowing the lawn so early on a weekend.
My grandfather had a husky. Her name was Rascal. She dug up his whole f’n yard with this weird network of tunnels, like a half-exposed rabbit warren. It was the front yard, though.
If I had to choose between OP and autocorrect, I think I know what I’d choose. :dubious:
Just cough up some dough, Mac!
With yellow feathers in her hair and her dress cut down to there?
Cool story bro time:
My uncle had 2 dogs; one a purebred husky, and the other a half wolf/half husky hybrid (an “almost wolflike dog” :p) while I was growing up.
A few years back, I was a diaper wearing toddler and we were all hanging out together in his backyard. I was plopped with the dogs in the middle of the backyard to play and happily filled my diaper while the rest of the family was chatting. Filling the diaper lead to crying because of the filled diaper, which alarmed the dogs who were laying with me. The dogs, unaware of the intricacies of babies, diapers, and human poo, understanding only that something was distressing me, stood up and circled around me. Dad, hearing my cries, approached to pick me up and was promptly repelled by two very angry predators. The tiny hairless member of the pack was in trouble, and fuck that guy if he thought this was a good time to take advantage.
My uncle had to be quickly called over to very gently calm the dogs so that I could be retrieved by my Dad and his dinner-plate sized eyes.