that's one funny-told story. :thumbsup:LOL, damn.
I trimmed my first Christmas tree over the weekend in NY with my girlfriend's family of yuppies. It was pretty funny. They kept saying they wanted a blue spruce, but when I showed them what a blue spruce was they changed their minds. So then they kept asking me "What kind of tree is this?". And then her family of yuppies met up with another family of even bigger yuppies and then her mom got lost and without her we couldn't pick a damn tree because she has final say (on everything... ever). Then we finally found her, and we walked for another 45 minutes while she shot down every tree we picked, when FINALLY she found one that was juuuust right. My girlfriend's brother was carrying the saw the whole time, so by default he was elected to do the cutting. I was holding back the bottom limbs for him and trying to tell him how to cut down a tree while he was cussing and not wanting to get his knees dirty. Finally someone said "Just give mountain man Kyle the saw." So mountain man Kyle took over, got his jeans muddy, got his hair sappy, and cut down a f**king tree. :rock:
It's a nice one - 8ft. tall Doulgas Fur. I helped load it, unload it, trim it, drag it in the house and stand it up. The yuppies can do the rest. No Christmas tree at my house.