Gut Rumbles

February 18, 2008


Originally published July 4, 2003

I was cutting my grass when the neighbors came home from the beach. They hooted and pointed at their yard. So, when I was finished with mine, I started cutting theirs.

I ended up with my kitchen cleaned. That's what I call barter.

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