Here is a bush hog:
That device in back cuts through anything. Bushes, small trees, garbage.
Dear Mick "Spare Parts" Jagger,
I am sorry that Elvis makes you a pariah. Hang in there, boy. Your day will come.
I am coming to see you dance in the Fairy Tale Ball. I will wear my leopard stockings. I am very excited. Don't be nervous.
Dear Everyone Else,
P.S. I just saw Mick have his way with Miss Mabel. I guess his day is here.