The worthy Spider reminded me of this classic. I'm embarrassed to admit I haven't actually seen it yet. I plan to rectify that as soon as the little people who keep pounding on my door either get tired or starve to death and leave me in peace.
Someday I may blog about my single experience with Satan's lawn clippings. It involved three other guys, a badly abused Fiat and a snowy gravel road. Oh, and a lot of teenage stupidity. I can't believe we survived.