Somewhere in Heaven, Iron Eyes Cody is Crying

There's this clump of bushes in our front yard that Kim's always going on about since they always block our view of oncoming traffic whenever we back the car out of the driveway. So this weekend after my father and I finished mowing the lawn (I was sober this time, amazingly enough) I went over to see what I could do about cleaning them up.

So I start snipping away at branches, eyeballing straight lines while trying to retain the overall look of things. Eventually though, "getting them even," turns into "cutting them shorter," which becomes "that looks sorta funny over there," which progresses to..

Well, let's just say that my shrub problems are completely under control now.

    They's gone, baby.