Yard Humor Enthusiast Prints

Shooting Leaves

"He can't decide which one he likes best. . .His leaf blower, his weed wacker, or his metal detector."

'Keep me informed of the herds' mood.'

'Wake up, dear...did you order extra milk?!'

Dedication to excellence....

Beginning Yarder.

Lawn Order. It's a landscaping show about maintaining a tidy yard.

"And I put it to you Mr. MacDonald, that on the morning of December 3rd, you had cold hands whilst attaching a milking machine to my client's udder!"

"You see a bunny rabbit in the clouds. I see mom telling me to mow the lawn."

"That's... yikes. I mean... what's even going on down there? Honey, I don't think a push-up bra is very flattering on you."

'Ok, this sty is great and all, but can we get some huge explosions? Wilbur, could you say 'it's about to get real'?'

Shocking cows and chickens with the ingredients of the cake.

Farmyard Sinatra - "Start spreadin'...Manure

Worse case of chicken pox I've ever seen!

Phoning a Busy Sheep: 'Sorry I can't get to the phone right now, please make an animal noise after the bleat!'

"Start talking."

"All good: This egg looks healthy as well..."

"I call it 'Moona Lisa'."

"Well, I thought I'd give fencing a try, but I sucked at it."

"When the heck did leaf blowers become grass blowers?!"

Testing...testing...one, two, three...

'I think you need an electrician here, rather than a veterinarian.'

'The cow mooed, the pig oinked, the chicken clucked, I baaed and then we adjourned.'

'John... is that a collar?'

'Mr. President, you have a phone call. It's the First Hen.'

Leaves.

'I LOVE YOU GUYS!' 'She's been drinking again!'

'Just so you know, leaning on a rake and looking at the sky is not 'yard work', and thus may not be entered into your 'I do so help around the house' defense.'

'Culled?! That's a relief...I thought you said we were gonna be killed!'

'I can't take your call right now. Please leave a message after the peep.'

"Don't be alarmed, Lois, but there appears to be a pop-up thermometer protruding from your right buttock."

'Let's see... two clucks, three baas, one quack, two oinks, and eight neighs- once again, the neighs have it.'

'Miaow??'

It's not enough just to 'milk me'...what's my motivation? Do I want to be milked?

"You call it milking, I call it groping."