'flrrrnd flrrrnd flrrrnd'

'john listen to my strimmer as i slice the grass'

'yes bartholomew, tis devinitely a flrrrnd noise and not a wrrrrrmmmmmggggg as previously believed.'

'precisely, and unlike the wrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffff of lesser strimmers the flrrrrnd sound is the sound of quality and exquisite workmanshit.'

Wife: “Have you put the sheets out to dry and put the towels on?”
Husband: “Yes. You know I am a grown adult also used to live alone so you do not need to micro marrige me”