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It's not a good sign that all I can think of is gross stuff. For the good of humanity, I shall withdraw. (Not a caption, I'm really saying this...)
Posted by: O Lucky Man | July 29, 2007 at 08:14 PM
Cow: Crazy as a loon. Thinks he’s a scientist or something. But I keep him around because I need the sex.
Posted by: erasmus | July 29, 2007 at 09:21 PM
Scientist (to himself): A revolution is not a dinner party, nor is it doing embroidery.
Cow: Where the broom does not reach, the dust will not vanish of itself.
Girl: Ooo! We are the future of TV talk shows!
Posted by: Enrique the Gay Philosopher | July 30, 2007 at 09:33 AM
Cow: He says it’s a formula for making Albert’s blog posts readable.
Posted by: erasmus | July 30, 2007 at 12:46 PM
I know this looks udderly ridiculous...but at least one of us is being transparent about the whole thing.
Posted by: Bruce Trachtenberg | July 30, 2007 at 02:24 PM
"Ooo, Harriet. There's that dishy Doctor Norman. Did auntie Daisy ever tell you about that night where I introduced him to my Deleval Claw?"
Posted by: Bill Teese | July 30, 2007 at 02:34 PM
like ouch.
Posted by: i.a.t. | July 30, 2007 at 03:21 PM
Oh, they're not that bad. Let's just call it a milking cluster. Better, sweetie?
Posted by: Cantinjurya Milkshanks | July 30, 2007 at 04:07 PM
Mmm. Milking clusters.
Cow: It's going well, though you can see he's a bit fussy about his martinis. Now enough about us. Tell me more about your father's goiter.
Posted by: Felix del Campo | July 30, 2007 at 07:11 PM
Once I was just like you, now I am genetically enhanced.
Posted by: Phil | July 30, 2007 at 08:15 PM
Shhhh, I'm in disguise. If you see the donkey, tell him that Castro killed Michael Moore.
Posted by: Julio Marcial | July 31, 2007 at 11:32 AM
COW: "Don't worry about a thing darling, just tell the good man how you never could have done it without their support. They love to hear they are making an impact."
Posted by: Miss Bean | July 31, 2007 at 12:17 PM
:-D
Cow: He says it's a multiple halogenation of a methyl ketone in the presence of a base.
Girl: Ho-lee shit, a talking cow.
Posted by: Phil the Sore | July 31, 2007 at 01:49 PM
Cow: I call him Bruddah Son, he me, Sistah Moo.
On his iPawed: They are 1 person, they are too alone, they are 3 together, they are for each other...
Posted by: Altjira | July 31, 2007 at 02:15 PM
:-D
I have a day off, so I'm trying to resist checking comments--unsuccessfully.
Posted by: Albert Ruesga | July 31, 2007 at 02:59 PM
Man: Cocorico!
Cow: meuh...
Girl: Honk?
(Lost in the mail)
Posted by: Nasty Hababbitt | August 04, 2007 at 07:30 PM
"Take it from me, the man is obsessed with cows - I used to be his girlfriend."
Posted by: Gary Gamage | August 06, 2008 at 03:46 PM
Oh, my dear, I assure you it was all quite innocent. He needed the milk and I needed the human growth hormone. Neither of us expected my genetic predisposition for speech or my proclivity for Southern dress. Be assured that he loves only you, although he would prefer bigger udders.
Posted by: Winnefred Thepooh | June 20, 2012 at 01:02 AM
Cow: What animal goes "Oooo"? A cow without lips.
Posted by: i.a.t. | June 20, 2012 at 09:30 AM