When driving in the country
I saw a herd of cows in a line
And standing on a nearby hill, a bull
With udder things on his mind
Ten seconds to read, lifetime to ponder.
When driving in the country
I saw a herd of cows in a line
And standing on a nearby hill, a bull
With udder things on his mind
There nothing more farm fresh then B.S. and there is plenty of that today.
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Omg Joe
That is so cute. Great job
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Utterly amusing
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Did you eat paint chips when you were young? Anyway, thanks for the blog and look forward to more stories, thoughts, or poems!
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Hi, Joe. This is really awesome. Love the look and feel of your blog.
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Now I want milk and my damn roommate just drank the last of it
Boy I utter
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“Utter” or “Udder”? I find this sort of fun stuff worth reading “till the cows come home”! 🙂
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I think it should be udder. I will try to change it. Thanks
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