"i married my husband when he was almost 70. He's 80 now and his pecker doesn't work so well most often. I talked him into hiring a gardener wanting a fuck I could count on. It turned out he was a crappy gardener and not much better of man than than my husband. So it talked my husband into to crucifying the guy. As you can see he's pretty much a worthless prick as he was a bad gardener..."
Your husband knew who to hire and not have competition.
So, who was carrying the cross? The gardener, the 80-year-old man, or we just skipped it and had a cross erected in the garden?
Back in the day clothes driers had not been invented yet, so it was necessary to hang the laundry out to dry. The lady's fine clothing was heavy when wet so substantial structures had to be built to hold up the lines. He put up a good fight when they crucified him but the lady of the house was satisfied with the results...
