The garden of pubes was coming in nicely, the birds were using the longer ones to build their nests. The biologist admired his garden of short and curlys everyday, when he went to check the mail. It hadn't rained in forever and the neighbors started mailing their pubes to the biologist, so he could start a pubic garden for them. The red hair patch garden looked really nice in the sun.
The biologist was glancing over at his neighbor's grass and it wasn't looking very green. He thought to himself, "the grass ain't always greener, on the other side of the fence." Then he called his Home Owners Association to report his neighbor for having dead grass.