This lawn ain't gonna mow itself.
To make sure his cross fit.
A bit cross.
Hold up a 1 Iron. Not even God can hit a 1 iron.
God is the answer.
Paint an endzone on it.
A garden Jose.
Mowed 'em.
Link: It's raining Z: No it's not L: *Plays Song of Storms* Z: You're sleeping with Epona tonight