So we were driving home on Saturday from dropping BB off with my gma. We meet her halfway in a podunk little town that is mostly comprised of cow pastures and an occassional house. This is the conversation that took place between BD and I:
SPM - "wow, look at all that land!"
BD - "It'd be fun to take a four wheeler out there."
SPM - "yeah, until you hit a pot-hole and fly off and break your neck and leave me a widow and your son fatherless."
BD - "How would a pasture have a pot-hole?"
SPM - "I don't know, the cows probably dig them."
BD - "I don't think cows dig."
SPM - "Yes they do, that's why they're always huddled in groups. Stupid."
BD - "So when I see a group of cows they are probably up to no good?"
SPM - "Exactly."
**Passing a huddling of cows at that exact moment**
BD - "It looks like they were just eating to me."
SPM - "That's what they want you to think."
Seeing that reason was going to get him nowhere in this conversation, BD changed the subject.
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That is funny
(Everyone knows cows are sneaky!)
Cows up to no good? You would never know by the innocent looks on their faces. Sneaky cows.
I'm going to think of this and laugh every time I pass cows from now on - which is several times a week around here. Who needs reason?!
LOL! those damned, mischievous (sneaky was taken already, so i opened up thesaurus.com and found another word for sneaky. i'm so devious!) cows! they're like cats, only a lot less agile. heh!
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