Cobin stood there, watching the grass. It didn't appear to be moving at all. But he wasn't fooled, for he knew the truth. It was coming for him. It was relentless. 'F*ck this grass. Grass is lame,' said Cobin as he threw down the hedge trimmers and lifted a can of hairspray and a lighter. 'F*ck you, grass,' he mumbled as the flames began to fly. 'Cobin Millage has become an expert' (Chortle.co.uk). 'This is anti-comedy... Inside baseball for freaks of the stand-up form' (Comedy.co.uk).

Laughing Horse @ The Three Sisters