I hate leaf blowers. I hate them. Hate. In my eyes they serve no purpose. What do they accomplish? These things only manage to move one pile of stuff, poorly, from one part of the street to another. They create more noise than the Mexifamily across the street. Do you know how hard it is to drown out a Mariachi band? Seriously, its really hard. They keep kicking and squirming, there is like four of them at least so they try to help each other, and none of them just accept it and stay under water.
..wait...maybe that's just drown and not drown out. Whatever, my point being is that these machines make a butt ton of noise and I finally get to sleep around the time they show up! I can't tell them to leave or turn it off. Their operators don't speak English and I swear I think they don't even know how to turn em off themselves. They just drive around town with these poser proton packs constantly blaring in the cab of their trucks. I wonder if that explains the volume of the music. I'm obviously writing this because I have hit grumpy mode in terms of my lack of sleep. I just don't understand them. What suicidal individual is cool with wearing a pack of gasoline on his back?
Really? What's that? They don't know its flammable? They don't know what that word even means? And you pay them how much? Wow...you sir are a genius.
Note: Leaf Blower would be an awesome hooker name. Like she could say "Mmm, looks like your gardens all a mess there mister, let me bl..." Crud, hold on, those guys are screaming. Now i gotta google what "Por favor, Señor, No podemos nadar con estas cosas!" means.
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