The Master Whackers

The Master Whackers. This is the name of the company that takes care of my lawn. It is run by two ambitious pimply faced teenage football players. They do a fair enough job, worth the $20/week so I don't have to mow my own lawn. In light of their company name, doesn't that paragraph above seem somehow kind of....dirty? Now imagine Polly Pureheart with her size 2 Ambercrombie sweatpants, 2.5 kids and champagne colored urban assault vehicle hiring the Master Whackers "yes, is this the Master Whackers? I'd like to hire you to mow.my.lawn." Those boys will go far.