cow
Rating: 5 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyTwo cows are grazing on their farmers field next to each other. Says one cow, »Hey, what do you think about mad cow disease?« Replies the other, »Why the hell would I care? I'm a tractor.«
Amount of texts to »cow« | 32, and there are 30 texts (93.75%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
Average lenght of texts | 240 Characters |
Average Rating | 1.125 points, 3 Not rated texts |
First text | on Apr 10th 2000, 18:36:19 wrote Dragan about cow |
Latest text | on Nov 19th 2006, 02:00:59 wrote big.boy about cow |
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Two cows are grazing on their farmers field next to each other. Says one cow, »Hey, what do you think about mad cow disease?« Replies the other, »Why the hell would I care? I'm a tractor.«
Oksona begins eating soon after she falls asleep. She begins chewing. Every so often a swallow then more chews. We've just made love so I'm left wide awake. I like this time. She falls asleep right away leaving me some time finally after a long day where i can think. I like to be alone like this. The lightening strikes light up the room showing her lips pursed before she swallows again in the dark. More often than not i don't really think at this time. Just sort of be. Watch the night move on. Listen to the freeway outside the window. Watch for the shadows of cats as they go about their nocturnal missives. Partly out of humor, partly interest, I lean over to ask her what she's eating. Sometimes she answers. Sometimes I even understand her. Last night I was lucky, when I asked her she replied clear as day. »Pie.« That just tickles me. Sometimes I feel really left out and lonely. When we were first married I felt an obligation to make love to her every night and this vacant space afterward with her chewing away beside me. I’d debate myself till dawn came on the merits of satisfying her versus getting some sleep myself. Seems I can't ever seem to sleep after sex. Don't know why, just can't. And sex just isn't as important to me as it is to her. She talks about the spiritual union we achieve, the religious intensity of it when it's good. To me it's an itch to be scratched. An itch that takes a lot of energy to scratch. Leaves me exhausted most the time. But strangely, wide awake.
UFO abductees have seen images of cows with no feet hooked up to large black tubes. Sound familiar in any way?
So we were driving down to Washington DC over spring break to visit our friend Scott, who was doing an internship down there. We saw a cow or five hundred on the way, but I didn't think much of those black and white beasts till now. Do you think a cow could survive in the wild, if humans went extinct tomorrow? It's a retorical question, and the answer is no! So, do I worry when I eat a cow burger or drink milk? No. Without my kind, there wouldn't be any cow anywhere.
There were these two cows, chatting over the fence between their fields. The first cow said, »I tell you, this mad-cow-disease is really pretty scary. They say it is spreading fast; I heard it hit some cows down on the Johnson Farm.«
The other cow replies, »Heck, I ain´t worried, it don´t affect us ducks.«
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